#just cause you’ve told me your ex used to do it does not give you permission to touch me

[s4llycinnamon13]

Not 3 guys speaking to me at the pub even tho I was reading a book surely that is a sign to not speak to a girl?

[l4long-winded]

o.s. fresh, unwilting daisies

summary: carmen gets possessive after your ex boyfriend stops by and leaves you a bouquet of daisies (carmen berzatto x afab!reader)

reflection: wrote this yesterday and edited it today. i have received a few requests in my inbox if anyone is interested in leaving me some more, i'll get to those as soon as i can. let's relish in the collective carmy brain rot together <3 please enjoy and feedback is always appreciated!

warnings: cursing, cynicism, reader has an ex boyfriend, inner monologue, carmen's pov, filth, oral (f receiving), overstimulation, possessive!carmen, jealous!carmen, praise, multiple orgasms, use of "sweet girl," reader doesn't like daisies (they're pretty, let's pretend, sorry to all the daisy lovers), past relationship, donna mention, office setting, p in v sex, dom!carmen (please let me know if there are other warnings i need to add)

word count: 1,750

Stupid.

Stupid, stupid, stupid motherfucker. Who does he think he is? Waltzing into Carmen’s restaurant, the cuffs of his dirt infested denim jeans dragging over Carmen’s pristine floor, said denim jeans hanging low on his hips like an asshole who can’t even present himself to you as an individual who actually gives a fuck. Grant didn’t hold the common courtesy to put on a belt, and Carmen doesn’t believe the man owns one, but if he’s going to saunter in and try and request time with you, Carmen’s girlfriend, then he should at least be decent and dress like he’s attempting to win you back and not as if he just got home after a hard day’s work of laying down brick. Grant doesn’t have a job so that explanation for his asshole outfit and his asshole beanie and his asshole demeanor is not worth excusing him, especially not as he smugly leaned over Carmen’s counter and let his jacket covered elbows smear his Grant-ness all over the surface. Carmen had no choice but to wipe it down with high-grade sanitizer, scrubbing away as if he could scrub away Grant completely out of your and Carmen’s life, since they’re entangled with one another now whether Grant likes it or not.

Carmen shifts his tongue within you utilizing a bit more pressure, undulating the pink muscle in and out until he forms the shape of a well to scoop your slick and curl it into his fervent, perpetual mouth. He gulps you down into the back of his throat, exhaling against your folds at the satisfying, addicting drink equivalent to a desert traveler’s first and desperate swallow of refreshing water. Carmen breathes your scent since it permeates throughout his office space and your wetness coats his cheeks and the tip of his nose, inhaling and exhaling air that causes your thighs to twitch in his hands at the sensation. He ought to be kinder to you, you’re sensitive from the two orgasms he’s endlessly worked out of your cunt, and it’s not your fault Grant continues to be an annoying fixture in your atmosphere having denied his pleas time and time again, but every time Carmen locks eyes with Grant’s lazy, complacent gaze, Carmen feels a surge of jealousy within him compelling him to mark his territory and reinforce the notion of you being his and his alone. Sure, you dated Grant first, but in Carmen’s eyes, you belong to him like you’ve never belonged to anyone.

“Mine,” he utters, slipping his tongue out to lick his puffy, swollen lips clean, exposing his line of thinking as he presses a kiss to your clit, growling and slightly smirking to find the little button still pulsing for him with need. His fingernails dig into the meat of your thighs as you attempt to clamp them around his head, and normally he would let you, but he holds them spread and open for him so he can continue to lap you into the whining mess you’re becoming atop his desk. The downside is how each of those adoring and pleasant sounds are muffled due to your palm actively pressing down against your lips, “good girl” muttered because that’s what he told you to do for him when you started and you’ve done an excellent job of quieting yourself while he practically drowns himself in your cunt. He doesn’t miss the whimper you reward him with at the praise, his right hand generously kneading the flesh of your thigh as a sign that he’s almost done, to just hang on a touch longer and allow him his fill.

“One more,” he promises, “just one more for me, sweet girl, one more,” Carmen litters your pussy and inner thighs with kiss after kiss, stamps of pure affection to calm you down and ready you for his next onslaught. He peers up at you, noticing how your body is trembling just as much as your thighs are, half your ass hanging off the edge of his desk, your upper shoulders slumping partially into the wall behind. Poor thing. Close to sobbing, your eyes glassy from the tears of pleasure that never fall from them, your shirt riding up your stomach since he only bothered to take your pants off in his rush to have you when you came in to check up on him. You deserve his fingers, and he plays around with the idea of sliding them inside you, drumming them against your skin as he thinks about stuffing you with them as his mouth closes over your clit. He’s done it in the past, he knows it would drive you to that climax he currently craves in an instant, but from scanning your disheveled features and writhing frame, his crystal blues eventually attach to the vase of daisies at the side of the two of you, taunting him as they have this entire time.

The notecard sticking out flashes Grant’s name. You don’t even like daisies, you’ve told Carmen, but Grant used to get them for you when he fucked up numerous times throughout your relationship. No matter how much you hated to accept them and therefore reinforced the habit, you would always vase them and frown as they started to immediately die the next morning. That’s who Grant is. He didn’t bother to at least buy you fresh and lively daisies, but the ones right on the verge of dying. Today, months and months into your and Carmen’s relationship, Grant stopped by with vased daisies under the intent of getting you back and they’re actually fucking beautiful, Carmen admits, but they’re pissing him the fuck off. Every glance to them sitting there has brought about this carnal desire to part your legs further for him. The flowers are taunting him, milky and lemony, an assorted arrangement plopped into a blaring, golden vase that Carmen’s mother would definitely keep if she had been gifted it herself, muttering something about hidden treasures, son while storing it away in her cabinet’s hoarding of dishes and “fine china” she gathered from the thrift store. They’re nice. Too nice. Carmen should get you some flowers, he decides to himself, flowers that you would actually like without some underlying motive, simply because he cares about you and because he wants to see your smile light up when he personally hand delivers them.

Fucking Grant. His fucking daisies are taking up too much fucking space on Carmen’s desk and he hates it, he hates that he had to move them from the front of the restaurant into his office so they wouldn’t obstruct the customers, he hates the contents of the notecard begging you to be Grant’s again as if you were ever his in the first place.

“Mine,” Carmen grunts again, lapping up your slit with the full flat of his tongue, dragging it to relish in your taste, in the moan you choke out against your hand, his nose catching between your folds. He glances up at the flowers, the line “want you to be mine again” ringing in his ears from when you read the note aloud to him. Well, fuck you, Grant, he thinks, it’s his tongue and mouth on your cunt and it’s his cock that’s going to be plunging in and out of you tonight on his couch, in his bed, in the shower as you brace yourself with your hands planted on his tile walls.

Fucking cry over it, motherfucker. Fuck your flowers. I’m the one fucking her.

And something… miraculous(?) happens. A single petal falls from the flowers as Carmen licks at you. He watches it swish and sway through the air, descending down until it lands right next to his hand, right on top of your thigh, his thigh.

He pushes his head in further, yanking you by your (his) thighs to meet his mouth as he simultaneously swipes away the petal like it burned you. You squeak out in surprise, your opposite hand flying down to grip the curls in his hair as you sputter above him. Carmen seals his mouth over your clit, done with the teasing, done with his thoughts, and all he wants is to send you over that blissful edge he’s pushed you towards already, stroking you with rolls of his tongue and strong suckles of his suctioned lips. You don’t even last a minute, swaddled pleas of something resembling his name being cried out into your hand, your head bumping into the wall behind as you cream around nothing. He glances down, petting your cunt with merciful, languid brushes of his tongue, in awe of the mess you’re soaking out onto his desk. He drops his jaw lower to catch all of it, close to licking your essence right off the surface if it weren’t for how you’re currently teetering on it. Carmen stands up, unbuckling his belt hurriedly as he wipes his mouth with the back of his hand, your cunt’s release once on his lips and chin now transferred to the digits and knife tattooed over it.

“Wha-… Carmy?” You ask as you sit up, only for him to pull you by your hips back into position for him. You look so dazed, fucked out beyond belief, and as he manhandles you to spreading your thighs all over again, his elbow knocks the vase of daisies with enough force to send them crashing down to the floor. The glass breaks into scattered shards, causing you to jump, but Carmen doesn’t seem to have noticed. He’s just lining himself up and pushing straight through your walls, well lubricated with his spit and your cum, having been loved on long enough for your shared coworkers to begin questioning your and his whereabouts. You actually yelp this time, grasping at his broad shoulders as you adjust and clench around him. He latches his lips to yours to mute your noises, thrusting away, pounding the cunt belonging to him and no one else, growling as he bites at your bottom lip.

As he steps his feet apart from one another to open your knees up for extra access, glass crunches under his shoe, water splashing under the sole of the other, and a few daisies are crushed as he fucks you with a quickening pace. He’s not worried about it. He’ll get you some tulips or maybe some sunflowers, something pretty for you to look at as he has you bent over the kitchen table tomorrow morning.

[holllandtrash]

the good guy | mick schumacher

pairing: mick schumacher x leclerc!reader part 3 (and final part) to disapproval read part 1 here and part 2 here

after getting an earful from you (and a certain british driver) it finally sinks in for charles how much he's been neglecting your happiness and he starts to see how much mick truly means to you

word count: 2.8k warnings: none except lil bit of asshole charles still

When Charles met up with Lando and Carlos for a late lunch, there was no way he could ignore their looks of disapproval. Lando even had sunglasses on and Charles could see the judgement through the dark lenses before he could sit down.

Charles could see the shift in dynamic as well. Lando and Carlos were friends, but they way they both sat on the same side of the table, leaving the other side empty for himself made this whole meal feel like an intervention. Maybe that was their plan, they wanted to talk some sense into the Ferrari driver. 

“Do not say anything,” Charles groaned, slumping in the chair. Not like they would listen to his request anyway. He glanced over the menu but nothing seemed the least bit appetising. Last night's drinks were still sitting in his system and he was worried one bite from a fruit platter would cause everything to come up. 

But the alcohol wasn’t the only reason why he felt sick. 

Just seeing his sister’s face when the elevator doors opened told Charles that he royally fucked up. 

“Was the Instagram story apology your idea or the PR teams?” Lando asked, reaching for his water. Carlos scoffed, but Lando continued on calling their friend out on his mistakes. “You realise that’s probably the worst way to apologise, right? You’re a laughing stock all over social media right now.”

“I didn’t know what else to do,” Charles admitted, waving his hand at the server when he came by to take his order. He couldn’t eat anything.

Carlos leaned forward. With the most serious, dead panned look on his face, he looked directly into the eye of his teammate, “Has it ever crossed your mind to give Mick a chance?”

Charles glared at the Spaniard, “Mick isn’t the problem. She shouldn’t be dating any driver, period.”

“What about me?” Lando teased, only to be met with a similar death glare that had Lando sinking back into his seat. Charles could be intimidating when he wanted to.

“Mate, Mick is a good guy,” Carlos defended the German driver as he had done so many times before. “Your problem with him comes from your own insecurities.”

Charles grimaced, “My insecurities? I don’t know what you’re talking about.”

“Camille?” Carlos brought up his last girlfriend, but didn’t stop there. “Colette? Who am I missing?” He looked at Lando.

“Mélanie,” Lando added, another ex. “You’ve got a bit of a track record, Charles. It was your own mistakes that ended those relationships and now you think every driver on the grid is as bad as you are.”

Was he really being scolded by a 23-year old gamer who’s most meaningful relationship was the one he had with his golf clubs? 

“Most of them are,” Charles retorted. He knew first hand what majority of the drivers got up to after a race weekend. Infidelity, the partying and the lies that followed. Some of the guys were in serious relationships, more serious than his ever were, but that still didn’t stop them from making bad decisions. 

“Mick’s not one of them,” Lando told him and Carlos nodded in agreement. “He’s not going to hurt your sister and if he does then he has 20 of us to answer to.”

Charles laughed at the idea of Lando trying to be threatening. That man couldn’t hurt a fly. 

When Carlos excused himself to answer a phone call, Charles was really hoping that they could drop the conversation. He aimlessly picked up the menu again, not like he was going to order anything, but he only managed to scan about half of it before Lando threw a crumpled up napkin at him. 

“What?” Charles spoke through clenched teeth. “I fucked up, I know.”

Lando took his sunglasses off, resting them on the surface of the table. There were no dark bags under his eyes, he probably had a great sleep last night. Lando was one of the few that didn’t wake up in the mornings wondering what sort of damage control he’d have to do to make up for the night before. 

“Y/N has been nothing but supportive of you and your career,” Lando told him, as if Charles wasn’t already of that. “She’s a damn good sister to you and you can’t be arsed to show her and Mick half the respect that they give you. She’s family, Charles, but try hard enough and you will push her away. Put your own stubbornness aside for once and see how much Mick means to her, how happy he makes her. You're one of my best mates, so I say this with kindness, but you're honestly acting like a dickhead. You're not a child. She's not a child. She's in a relationship with someone who clearly loves her. Don't get in the way of that and for Christ's sakes, give Mick a break already. He's a good guy, you're not."

This was not the first time Charles had any heard this, but this was the first time he had all of it all at once from one of his closest friends. And after the events of this morning, it was sinking in deeper than it ever had before. 

Charles opened his mouth, to argue of course, he didn’t like to be put in his place or told when he was wrong, but maybe it was for the best when his phone started to ring. He held his finger up to Lando and leaned back in his chair, answering immediately when he saw your name on the screen.

He barely got a word out when you started swearing at him, both in French and English. Charles couldn’t keep up with how fast you were talking but he got the main idea. That Instagram story apology did shit all to help make anything better.

Charles hated being yelled at though, so the more you raised your voice at him and told him how much of an ass he was, the more defensive he got, even when he knew he was the one in the wrong. 

“A fucking Instagram story apology?” Your voice was so loud that even Lando could pick up on your words. 

“What else do you want me to do?” Charles yelled back and across the table, Lando laughed. 

“Be a better brother,” Lando suggested and Charles just flipped him off.

You scoffed into the receiver, “I want you to not lie on social media and put a fucking effort into getting along with Mick! Give me one good reason why you don’t approve of me dating him,”

Carlos had come back at that exact second and raised his eyebrows towards Lando who simply mouthed your name. Carlos hummed and sat down, watching the rest of this disaster of a show play out in front of him like it was a blockbuster film. 

Charles had about ten reasons in the forefront of his mind as to why you shouldn’t be dating Mick, but for the life of him, he couldn’t get them out. 

 “You can’t,” you pointed out.

Charles rolled his eyes, not like you could see it, “He’s older than you.” Both Lando and Carlos groaned at that piss poor excuse.

“By two years.”

“He doesn’t have a career.”

“Harsh, mate,” Lando blurted out. Charles gave him a look, telling him to stop putting his two cents into his conversation.

“Maybe he’s not currently driving but that doesn't mean he’s done for good.”

“He can’t support you,” Charles said.

“I can support myself.”

Eventually, Charles just came out with it, “You shouldn’t be dating a driver, Y/N, okay?”

And it was really his own fault for using that excuse. The second those words left his mouth, you hit him right where you knew it would hurt. 

“Just because you were a shitty boyfriend to your ex-girlfriends doesn’t mean Mick is going to treat me poorly too.” 

Charles had never told you what happened in his last relationships, but it didn’t take a genius to figure it out. People gossiped. Rumours spread around the paddock and Charles knew damn well that a handful of drivers weren’t good at keeping their mouths shut.

“What is she saying?” Lando asked, more invested in this conversation than he had a right to be. Charles leaned away from the two of them, but it didn’t give him any more privacy.

“Charles, I don’t know what happened in your relationships,” he could hear the hesitancy in your tone, “but whatever fear you have, whatever you did…Mick isn’t the same guy. He’s not you, he’s-”

“Better,” Charles finished your sentence. Mick was better than he was. Mick was a good guy. He would give you the world world if you asked for it.

You laughed into the phone, agreeing that Mick in fact was a better person than Charles would ever be. “I mean, yeah. And I get it, you want to protect me but this isn’t how you go about it. You’ve just been cruel and closed off and you haven’t even tried to see Mick for the guy he is. Do you even know how happy he makes me?”

And what could Charles say to that? 

He wasn’t blind, he saw how much of an impact Mick made on your life. For whatever reason that he still couldn’t wrap his head around, Mick meant the world to you. Charles told himself that it wouldn’t last and that you would eventually move on, but that still had yet to happen. Maybe it never would.

“I love him,” you said quietly, voice broken like it was your final attempt at getting through to Charles. 

And again, what could Charles say to that? 

This wasn’t a conversation he could have on the phone. 

He abruptly hung up and slid his phone into his pocket, ignoring the confused stares from the other two drivers. Charles pushed the chair away from the table and stood up, not bothering with an explanation as he hurried to rush back to the hotel. 

Charles packed up what he could in a frenzy, texting his assistant and asking them to grab anything he might have missed. His priority wasn’t making sure he had everything with him, it was getting to Monaco where he knew you were. Where else would you have gone? With that race coming up, it only made sense that you would go home early.

So a few coffees and five hours later, Charles found himself outside of your apartment building. He typed your code into the keypad to gain access and then next thing he knew, he was in front of your door. 

It took nearly a minute for him to actually knock. He had no idea if you would listen to him, or even let him in. He thought about turning around and just heading back to his own place. Sending a text to meet up later might have been smarter, he’d have more time to think about what the hell he was going to say.

But no, he was already there. He had to talk to you. He needed to make things right.

When you opened the door and saw Charles, you had no idea what to think. It didn’t help that he still didn’t say anything. He drove this whole way and yet he couldn’t form a single coherent sentence. You were still waiting for a sincere apology. 

“Y/N did you want Mozza or did you want to try that new sushi place?” Mick walked out of your office, focused on his phone that he didn’t even see Charles until he looked up to find out why you weren’t answering. 

Charles cleared his throat, “Hi.”

Mick nodded firmly, glancing your way to get your read on the situation. He could tell right away that you didn’t invite him over. He could also tell that you didn’t know what to do and Mick being Mick needed to steer this in the right direction.

“Well don’t just stand there, come in,” Mick offered, putting his hand on your back to usher you to the side so you weren’t blocking the doorway. His touch sort of snapped you out of your own thoughts and you nodded in agreement, watching as your brother entered your flat. 

This was awkward for everyone. This strange tension lingered in the air. You were mad at Charles. Charles wasn’t a fan of Mick. Mick was stuck in the middle because he loved you but he didn’t want to overstep and do anything that would really set Charles off. 

“I thought you weren’t coming back until tomorrow,” you said, crossing your arms over your chest. You leaned against the edge of your kitchen table and watched as Charles shifted uncomfortably until choosing to lean against the wall behind him. He was out of his element here, especially with Mick at your side.

“Change of plans,” he said, his eyes landing on the way Mick still hadn’t removed his hand from your back. The way you leaned into his side didn’t go unnoticed. 

“I find it hard to believe you drove home early just to stop by and say hi,” the bitterness in your tone caused Charles to tense up. You didn’t want to fight, truly, but you were still annoyed with his actions. 

Mick’s fingers brushed against the material of your top and you inhaled a deep breath.

“Charles, you’re family and I love you, but-”

“I’m sorry,” he blurted out, interrupting you halfway through your sentence. Your eyes widened, not out of shock but because you were waiting to see if more followed. “Really, I am. I’m sorry for how I’ve treated Mick since the two of you have started seeing each other.”

This apology wasn’t for you. You just shrugged your shoulders and nodded your head towards your boyfriend, “Don’t tell me that. Tell him.”

Mick straightened up and you could see it in Charles’ face that he really didn’t want to have to repeat himself. 

“Mick I’m-” Charles paused, glancing at you but you were staying out of this. He needed to apologise to Mick first and then the two of you could work out your issues. Charles sighed, “Mick I’m sorry, mate. I know you’re a good guy and I know you’ll treat Y/N right. I just can’t help but have my guards up for her. I know what some of the guys on the grid have done and I’ve seen-” he hesitated when you raised an accusatory eyebrow. “It’s not easy for drivers to be in relationships and I just don’t want to see Y/N getting hurt.”

“I would never hurt her,” Mick assured him, sliding his hand further around your waist. His fingers rested on your side as he pulled you against him and gave you a gentle squeeze. "Charles, I love your sister. She's my entire world, she means everything to me."

“I know that now,” Charles said, but you were still having trouble believing his words.

“Do you?”  You asked, quite bluntly “Because I’ve been saying this for months and suddenly, out of the blue, you’ve come to your senses? That doesn’t make any sense.”

“Honestly you can thank Lando,” he admitted. “He reminded me how supportive you’ve been of me my entire life. You’ve stuck by my side through everything. Every win, every loss- both off and on the track and I haven’t done the same.”

“Nope,” you agreed. “You haven’t.”

“I’m sorry,” Charles finally directed the apology to you. His green eyes were filled with sorrow and guilt and for the first time there seemed to be actual strength and meaning behind those two words. “I’m so sorry, Y/N. I haven’t been a good brother.”

“You’ve been the worst.”

“I know.”

“You never even tried to get to know Mick off the track.”

“I know.”

“You’re always so caught up in your own world.”

“I know.”

“You don’t even-”

“Y/N,” it was Mick’s turn to cut you off. He looked between you and Charles. Whatever you were going to say, Charles would just keep agreeing. This could go on for hours if you all let it, but Mick stepped in. “I think we should just all agree to move past this.”

You nodded, but when you looked at your brother, you were still hesitant. How did you know he wasn’t just saying what you wanted to hear?

“I need to see more of an effort from you,” you declared. “I’m not saying you two have to be the best of friends but for the love of God, Charles, don’t be an ass anymore.”

“That sounds fair,” Charles said as Mick dipped his head and chuckled.

You expected Mick to be the one to extend the first olive branch, but it was Charles who stepped forward and held out his hand. Mick, who had been waiting for this since you started dating, happily stepped away from you to shake your brother's hand, only to pull him into that sort-of half embrace that men were notorious for. 

“I know it doesn’t need to be said- or maybe I should have said it a long time ago," Charles started off as they pulled away, keeping one hand on his arm, “But welcome to the family, Mick."

Things weren't perfect after that, not at first at least. It took a bit of time, but eventually, Charles truly did see Mick as part of the family.

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[theepisceswriter]

BACKSHOT BOYZ — AOT EDITION (Jean, Connie, Armin)

♡ Synopsis: Headcanons on some of the AOT boys' specific style of backshots, hehe.

♡ A/N: You freaky frogs read the title and know wtfgo, face down ass up that’s the way we like to fuck !!

♡ TW: 18+, penetrative sex, afab body parts and use of good girl, nothing too kinky.

JEAN

Jean is the K I N G of slow strokes nation

That man is hung like a horse; his cock touches the top parts of his thigh when it’s soft! He knows the nuclear weapon he carries around in his pants is deadly and he would hate to have such a gift and hardly be able to use it because he knows how hard a dick like his is to take. Slow and steady wins the race. The last thing he wants to do is hurt you by giving you too much of him at once or accidentally hitting your cervix, so he takes his time with you.

Foreplay is a MUST for him to get you prepared to take him. His favorite way to rev you up is with oral. He’s one of those men that thoroughly enjoy giving head for their own pleasure, watching you squirm and desperately rut into his mouth for more when his tongue is already as flat as it can be against your clit and his chin is dripping with your juices has him wanting to stay between your legs for hours. Did I mention that on top of attacking your clit like it's a Baby Bottle Pop he’s fingering you with those long slender fingers of his to the knuckles so you’re stretched enough to take him? Yeah, he’s a menace.

He prefers to have you on the edge of the bed with a pillow underneath your stomach. That way he has easier access to you and doesn’t have to worry about getting in weird positions to make the position doable.

The very first time you had sex with him you orgasmed off that one stroke alone, but you would like to think that you’ve built up a better tolerance now (barely).

That first stroke is deadly and leaves you gasping for air the way his cock slides into your walls with ease thanks to the gathered slick and spit between your legs doing its part as a makeshift lube. He pauses momentarily to give you a few seconds to adjust and, truth be told, he’s equally as breathless as you, but as soon as he feels your body relax he surprises you by bottoming out in you. I told you, he’s a menace.

His strokes are slow and calculated so you can feel every inch of his throbbing cock against your tight fleshy walls and he can hit every sensitive angle inside of you. Sometimes when he wants to spruce it up he’ll move his hips in circular motions for added stimulation.

“You take me so well, my love. This cock was made for you and only you wasn’t it?” “Look at your pussy swallowing me up whole, you take my cock so well babygirl, fuck.”

Dirty talk is top tier and he makes sure to press his chest against your back so he can whisper it intimately in your ear. Also, he’s a back licker through and true. Do with that information what you will!

CONNIE

The cockiest man in the world when he’s giving you backshots, like unbelievably cocky because he knows what his dick does to you, but he really knows what it does to you in doggy style. Thick, beefy, and uncut all up in yo guts !

His favorite doggy style position to have you in is on the edge of the bed so he can use the leverage of standing up to pound into you like a madman.

Taunting giggles and snickers the whole time, he watches you fight for your life gripping and biting on the sheets because you’re in a position where you have no choice but to take all of his beefy cock. He even likes to go no hands sometimes, placing them on the back of his head and letting the sheer power of his hips fuck you to borderline insanity.

“That's it, be a good girl and take all of me. You just love having my thick cock pound away at your walls, dont you?” “Aht, aht, you can take it. I know you can you’ve done it plenty of times before.” With a menacing smirk on his lips and all. Like, sir, this is how you cause crazy ex-girlfriends. You’re ready to go to war over that dick now!

Dont let his cool, calm, collected, and cocky demeanor fool you because the moment your walls get to ushing and gushing around him too well he has to put his hands around your neck as leverage to keep himself from buckling in the knees.

On nights when he’s feeling extra freaky (which is every night) he likes to put his thumb in your butt for added sensory. Sometimes he can even feel the tip of his dick through the soft membrane when he has his thumb in there and that lets him know he’s doing a job well done.

ARMIN

You on your stomach with your legs crossed and Armin mounted on your ass pounding into your poor overstimulated cunt is his favorite way to give you some lethal backshots. This position allows the two of you to be deeply connected, he can’t help but rut into you like a dog in heat.

You swear you can feel his cock tickle your belly button in this position and he swears he can feel your walls suck him in deeper and resist to let him go when he tries to pull out.

Its so overstimulating for the two; He often finds himself collapsing on on your back and burying his face into your neck while whimpering and moaning about how good you’re making him feel.

“Thank you so much for being mines and letting me fuck you 🥹” “You feel so so so good around me. You’re going to milk my cock dry, go ahead its all yours.” This man is on the verge of pleasure tears because of how warm and soft your pussy feels around him.

Has perfected the craft of kissing your next while he’s balls deep inside of you. He kisses your neck with the same energy he would use if he was kissing your lips, tongue and suction going crazy on that sensitive part between your ear and neck. Best believe by the end of the night you’re covered in hickies.

And the best part? When he finishes either he’ll pull out and leave squirts of warm cum on your ass or creampie you so he can watch it ooze and drip from between clenched thighs.

[bellarkeselection]

Friends chandler bing

Ross sees a ex girlfriend of Chandlers and brings it up to him " she's married chandler " chandler gets upset because he feels like she was the one

A week later

The gang goes somewhere and sees her crying she finds out the husband was cheating and she's pregnant

Moncia offers to take her in the rest is up to you.

I hope you have a good day !

The One Where Chandler Gets a Second Chance

Sitting on the floor of Monica’s bathroom floor I sighed leaning my back against the wall after throwing up just a few minutes ago. Today was not going as planned. In fact this entire month has been just hell for me. Nothing has gone right as I expected it would have. I had learned that my husband of four years has been cheating on me with one of his coworkers behind my back. Wiping underneath my nose I sniffed through some tears. “I’m telling you Chandler I saw her at the coffee shop.”

“I don’t want to hear it, Ross. You already told me the worst news of my life.” I heard Chandlers voice through the door where I instantly got curious.

As gently as possible to not make noise and tell them I was listening in I creaked the bathroom door open. They were standing behind the couch from what I could see. I peaked one eye through as Ross dropped his hands at his side. “Look man, I’m sorry but she is married after all.”

“It doesn’t matter, Ross. I have accepted that I will likely never end up with Y/n even though she was probably the one for me.” Chandler huffed causing me to whip my head back behind the door.

Lowering my hands down to my stomach I mumbled to myself remembering how happy and then shortly angry I was when I found out I was pregnant with my cheating husband’s baby. “Am I really about to put everything on the line….even if there’s a chance that he doesn’t want me?”

“Look man I get that you’re upset. But you shouldn’t give up on the possibility of finding love with somebody else.” Ross attempted to encourage his friend.

Getting to my feet I creaked open the bathroom door and the pair turned their heads at me. I lowered my gaze to the floor letting silence fill the room. I wasn’t sure how to even start this conversation. “Chandler, I want to tell you something…”

“What is it?” He slowly stepped towards me.

Ross could feel that this was going to be an intense conversation. “I’m going to go.” He quietly left the room shutting the door gently behind him leaving us alone to talk.

I didn’t know what to say to him right now. I thought I knew what I was going to say but now that I’m in the situation I completely have went blank. Clasping my hands together in front of me I focused my gaze onto Chandler. I have been friends with him since he met Ross in his college days. I had feelings for him but I met my husband at the same time and the rest seemed to be history after that point. “I found out that Ryder was…is cheating on me. And I am also pregnant with his baby….but funny enough it made me realize how I feel about you. How you’ve always been there for me, how you make me laugh, make me happy and everything else.”

“Well I’m glad you find enjoyment from me. Apparently other women don’t see me that way.” Chandler chuckled dryly with a nervous chuckle.

Stepping closer to him I finally met his gaze. “Those others women are dumb if they don’t see you the way I do. That you are really a great guy and anybody would be lucky to date you.”

“Are you saying that you have always had feelings for me…cause I’ve always felt you and I could be really good together. I just didn’t want to break up your marriage with Ryder. Does he know about the baby?” Chandler closed almost the whole gap between us.

I nodded slowly feeling my face turn red as I admitted. “Yes Chandler. I do have feelings for you.”

“Good then this won’t be as awkward.” He replied closing the gap holding my face in his hands, wrapping my arms around his neck I leaned into the kiss. He pressed my body against his moving one hand onto my hip where we just enjoyed the feeling of being together like this.

Breaking the kiss because I needed air I grabbed the front of his shirt in my fingers laying my head against his chest remembering about the baby and the fact that I didn’t want my husband to have anything to do with it. As far as I was concerned he wasn’t worthy of being a father. “You aren’t too worried that I am pregnant. I mean I can’t stay with Ryder. He doesn’t get to know his kid after he cheated.”

“Oh I’m nervous for sure Y/n. But I’ll…we’ll figure this out together.” He smiled wrapping his arms around me in a gentle hug. I hugged him back happy that things were seemingly getting better for me.

Comments really appreciated ❤️ Tags @lover-of-books-and-tea @rosie-posie08

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What lies between us | Part Four

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Teacher!Minthara x Obsessed!Student AU

Modern AU

Part four to these parts: part one , part two, part three, part five

CW: A little bit of hurt/comfort for y'all, it does get resolved in the end I'm not that cruel

⋆.˚✰ Minthara ⋆.˚✰ <- Masterlist

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As you paced the hallway outside Minthara’s office, your heart raced with a mix of anger and confusion. You replayed the argument with Orin and the unexpected confrontation in your mind, trying to make sense of everything. When Minthara finally appeared, her expression was a storm of fury and frustration. The intensity in her eyes made you brace yourself for what was coming.

"Get in," she barked, her voice like a whip crack in the quiet corridor.

You stepped into her office, and she slammed the door shut behind you, causing you to flinch involuntarily.

“What were you thinking?” Minthara began, her voice sharp and accusing. “I explicitly told you to stay away from Orin. Do you have any idea what you’ve done?”

At her words you felt your own anger rising to meet hers. “I don’t understand why you’re so furious!” you shot back. “I’m not a child, Minthara. I deserve to know what’s going on. Why are you so determined to keep me away from Orin?”

Minthara's eyes blazed with anger, and she took a step closer to you. “Because you don’t understand!” she snapped. “Orin is dangerous and manipulative. I was trying to protect you!”

“But from what?” you demanded, your frustration boiling over. “You’re not telling me everything. I feel like you’re lying to me, and I can’t stand it.”

Minthara took a deep breath, clenching her fists, trying to stop the slight shaking.

“Orin and I...we were together,” she confessed, her voice dropping to a whisper. “We were lovers, once. It ended badly, and she’s been a thorn in my side ever since.”

The weight of her words hit you hard, but your anger didn’t give way. “Why didn’t you tell me?” you demanded. “Why keep it a secret?”

“I didn’t want to burden you with my past,” Minthara said, her tone firm and harsh. “I didn’t want Orin to use you to get to me.”

“But you should have trusted me!” you couldn't help but shout back, the betrayal cutting deep. You had given Minthara all of you and she couldn't even trust you with details on an ex. “I’m not some naive child you need to protect. I can handle the truth, Minthara. What I can’t handle is being treated like I don’t matter, like I'm just some fling of yours.”

"What else did you think you were?"

Minthara regretted the words as soon as they left her mouth. You froze, shocked and she could see the tears well in your eyes She quickly opened her mouth to correct her dreadful mistake, but you cut her off, not willing to hear any more, unable to take anymore.

“I'm done being treated like this, I’m done with your secrets and your ultimatums, and all your fucking bullshit” you said, your voice shaking with emotion and you stepped backwards, putting your hands out in mock surrender.

“Y/N, please I didn't mean that." You ignored her, tears beginning to fall freely, you turned on your heel, storming towards the door. Minthara called after you, her voice pleading but no less demanding, "Y/N, do not walk out of that door."

But you didn’t stop. You yanked the door open and slammed it behind you with all the force you could muster, the sound echoing down the hallway. As you walked away, your heart ached with a mix of anger, hurt, and heartbreak. You hurried back to your dorm, not wanting to be caught in this state.

Minthara walked back to her desk and slumped in her chair, pinching the bridge of her nose and cursing herself, she didn't know why she said that. You were so much more than some fling, so much more than Minthara thought she could ever deserve.

It seemed that the sound of their altercation had provoked her meddling neighbour into action and soon enough there was a knock at her door, she didn't answer, more focus on retrieving the Wyvern Whiskey she kept in the bottom drawer of her desk. Soon enough Professor Dekarios' head poked through the small gap of the door he had opened.

“Minthara, is everything alright?” he asked cautiously, a guilty look on his face, this was partially his fault after all. He was meant to have kept Minthara occupied but it was like she was in his mind and she immediately knew he was up to something.

Minthara glared at him, her eyes still blazing with residual anger. Without a word, she grabbed a book from her desk and hurled it at the door. Gale ducked, the book missing him by inches.

“Go back to talking to your goddamn cat, Gale!” she shouted, her voice filled with frustration. Gale retreated, closing the door behind him, leaving Minthara alone with her turbulent thoughts. After pouring herself a rather large drink she buried her face in her hands, tears of frustration and regret welling up in her eyes. She had pushed you away, and now she didn’t know if she could ever make things right.

Minthara guessed that over the span of three days, she had called you at least 78 times, left at least 10 voicemails, and texted you over 100 times. She didn’t expect you to show up to her class, and you hadn’t. Now, as she sat in her office, nursing a drink, staring at her phone, scrolling through the messages she had sent. They ranged from desperate pleas and angry outbursts to heartfelt apologies and more begging. With a heavy sigh, she tossed her phone onto the desk and leaned back in her chair, closing her eyes and letting the alcohol numb her senses.

A knock at her office door made her sit upright. Minthara practically ran to open it, hoping to see your face. Instead, she was met by the bearded face of Professor Dekarios.

Minthara sighed and put her hands on her hips. "Dekarios, if this is about that student complaining that I threatened to kill him, I did not threaten him. I just insinuated that—"

"What? No," Gale interrupted, shaking his head. "But I think we should probably talk about that later." He looked concerned, not by Minthara's words—he was used to that—but by something else. "I just wanted to see if you had heard from Y/N. She is not showing up to any of her classes. I wanted to check with you before initiating the welfare check process."

"She hasn't been to any of her classes?" Minthara questioned, believing it was just hers you had avoided. Evidently, not. Gale nodded, and Minthara questioned him further, "What about her friends?"

"Apparently, she's locked up in her dorm," Gale said solemnly. "They’ve seen her briefly to collect takeout, but she hasn’t spoken a word to any of them."

Minthara's heart sank. "Let me handle it, Gale," she said abruptly, then added, "Please, if I get nowhere with her, then go ahead, but just let me try."

"Okay, Minthara," Gale nodded in agreement. "And for what it's worth, I hope you do manage to."

With a new determination to make things right, Minthara decided to visit your dorm. She knew she couldn’t just waltz in, so she donned a disguise: a baseball cap pulled low over her eyes and a loose jacket to obscure her silhouette. She felt ridiculous, but desperate times called for desperate measures.

She stood outside your door, uncharacteristically nervous. She knocked a few times, and when you didn't answer, she knocked a few times more until eventually the door opened a crack. Your tired, puffy, red-rimmed eyes met hers.

“What do you want?” you asked, your voice hoarse from disuse and suppressed emotion.

“Please, Y/N, can we talk?” Minthara’s voice was gentle, almost pleading.

You began to close the door, but Minthara quickly wedged her foot in, forcing it open. "I'm not leaving until we talk," she said firmly.

Reluctantly, you stepped aside, letting her enter. Minthara closed the door behind her, taking in the disarray of your room. Empty takeout boxes and bottles of wine littered the floor, and the air was stale. She turned to you, her expression softening.

"I know you're hurting," she said quietly. "And I know I caused that hurt. But please, just hear me out."

You crossed your arms, keeping your distance as you sat on your unmade bed. "Fine. Talk."

Minthara took a deep breath, her eyes searching yours for any sign of softening. "I was wrong," she began, her voice trembling slightly. "I was wrong to keep things from you, to treat you like a child. You deserve better than that, and you deserve the truth."

She took a cautious step closer, her eyes never leaving yours. "I was scared, Y/N. Scared of losing you, scared of my past catching up with me. I thought I was protecting you, but I was only protecting myself."

You remained silent, your arms crossed, your face a mask of hurt and anger.

Minthara's eyes filled with tears as she continued. "And what I said…about you just being a fling…I didn't mean it. I never did. I was frustrated, angry, and terrified. I've never cared for anyone as much as I care for you. I didn't handle Orin coming back well, but that's not your fault. It's mine. I should have trusted you, and I should have been honest with you from the start."

She took another step closer, her hands trembling. "I promise to do better. I promise to be the person you deserve. I know I have a lot to make up for, but I am willing to do whatever it takes."

As you watched her, you could see the genuine remorse in her eyes, the vulnerability she rarely showed. Your defenses started to crack, and your heart ached with the weight of everything that had happened.

You stood up and walked over to her, uncrossing your arms. Slowly, you tilted her chin up, your eyes locking onto hers. The world outside seemed to fade as you leaned in, pressing your lips to hers in a tender, yet passionate kiss. Minthara responded immediately, her arms tightening around you as she poured all her regret, love, and longing into that kiss. When you finally pulled back, both of you were breathless. Minthara looked at you with a mixture of relief and hope.

"Thank you," she whispered again, her voice thick with emotion. You smiled softly, wiping a stray tear from her cheek, resting your forehead against hers.

"Let's take it one step at a time," you said, your voice gentle, tender. "We'll get through this together."

Minthara nodded, her eyes shining with gratitude. "I want to make it up to you. How about we go out for dinner tonight? Just the two of us."

You hesitated for a moment, considering the chaos of the past few days. But you saw the earnestness in her eyes, and you knew this was her way of starting to mend things.

"Alright," you agreed. "Dinner sounds nice."

Minthara's face lit up with a smile. "Great. I'll pick you up at seven?"

You nodded, and she glanced around the room, clearly wanting to leave before anyone saw her. "I should go," she said reluctantly. "I'll see you tonight."

You walked her to the door, making sure the hallway was clear. After a quick, furtive glance, she slipped out, and you closed the door behind her, leaning against it with a heavy sigh. The room was silent, save for the distant hum of the campus outside. You took a deep breath, trying to steady your racing heart.

With Minthara gone, you turned back to your desk, where your laptop and a pile of papers lay scattered, a hasty attempt on your behalf to hide them.

You hesitated for a moment before pulling out a folder, purposefully hidden among the mess. Inside was a detailed profile of Orin—photos, notes, timelines. Everything you had managed to dig up over the past three days.

It had started as a way to understand the threat she posed - you justified, but it quickly became an obsession. You had tracked her movements, hacked into a few of her social media accounts, and even intercepted some of her post. Your friends hadn't seen you because you weren't around and when you were you were pouring over all the information you had gathered. The more you discovered, (and it pained you to admit this) the more dangerous she seemed.

You sat down at your desk, flipping through the pages. There were photos of her with different people, often in heated arguments. One was with an older gentleman, a veteran you had deduced and the other was a dark haired gentleman who seemed constantly covered in grease and burns. You had photos of them all together and one on one. What they were discussing - you had no clue, at least not yet.

It was clear that Orin was no good, which gave you absolutely more reason to keep tabs on her. It was more for Minthara than yourself, you had witnessed how torn up she got by Orin. You couldn't have this unknown player in your game.

Your phone buzzed with a new message from Minthara, reminding you of your dinner plans. You glanced at the clock—it turns out you had been looking at your notes for longer than you thought. You pushed the folder aside, there would be time for that later. For now, Minthara was all yours and you were going to take full advantage of it.

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Did we forget that you are a bit of a stalker ? That your freak matches hers ? I hope not ;)

Be scared Orin, be very scared

Hope y'all enjoyed it lmk down below - Seluney xox

[norrisreads]

better than revenge #PG10

PAIRING: pierre gasly x reader! Charles leclerc x reader! Platonic

SUMMARY: a part 2 of set fire to the rain, what happens when pierre gasly comes back running in to your life after all the heart break that he caused you? will you take him back?

WARNING: angst & fluff

FC: roses_are_rose on ig

you pointed to where kika was standing, both kika and your eyes were wide, taken aback from pierre’s statement.

Charles, was steps behind from pierre and approached you making sure you’re okay not knowing the current situation were super tense.

you broke the silence, “pierre, let’s talk”

Charles walked away with kika, while you dragged pierre into your hotel room that was shared with Lissie.

You offered him a glass of water, “room’s a mess, but we need to talk about what happened. Kika told me the situation between both of you, care to explain?”

“I missed you, when you left, charles and i had a talk about our relationship, and i have slowly started to regret how i was neglecting you during our relationship.

Kika’s and I relationship were never meant to be serious, but eventually it had and every night i was still thinking about us. How we would have been right now, if i didn’t neglect our relationship.”

both of you sat side by side, and you had failed to noticed how pierre was tearing up until u felt drops of tears fell on to the back of your palm, that was caressing his hands (to be fair you were trying to calm him down)

Lissie had told you multiple times that you were just too kind for anyone in this world, and this gesture speaks a-lot because no women on this earth would be in this situation with their nasty ex-boyfriend

you were out of words because you’ve never realised you would be encountering this experience that was usually seen in televisions.

To be fair, pierre made you realise that your life was much more worthy. 70% of the moments that was spend with him was what made you the women you are today.

you had remembered times when you were close to giving up on your education but pierre took his time off schedule, he would face-time after the weekend races to accompany you pull an all nighter, you’ll wake up with breakfast in bed, assurance were given to you without being asked.

eventually, you let out a huge sigh

“Pierre, there’s a saying that ‘your first love is hard to forget because it leaves an 'imprint' on the sensory areas of your brain’ and i’ve always thought of you, i tried going on dates after our separate ways, but i couldn’t just give it a try because you’re always there, do you know that?”

you looked up at him, pierre wanted to say something but you weren’t finished

“i’ll think, oh pierre would have done this for me? oh pierre would have loved this? every single time a guy tried to do moves on me. Eventually, i got rid of that thought after 7 months. Well yeah, still no boyfriend but i’m happy that you were my first love. You’ve taught me so much and that so much was things that i could’ve only known because i was with you.”

you felt a tear roll down your cheeks, maybe tomorrow when you’re awake you’ll regret opening up your heart to someone who once had it.

“I’m sorry, y/n, i really am, but let’s just try for the second time and if this really does not work out, i’ll leave you alone”

that was real selfish of him, because here he is begging you to take him back but kika’s out there suffering the same heartbreak you were in 7 months ago.

“solve things out with kika, pierre. You both were in love too, special memories were made too, assure her and let her know what you’re really feeling and maybe get back to me?”

you smiled at pierre and he nodded his head, while walking himself out of your hotel room

You’ve finally reached the imola grand prix, and here you are with Lissie and charles in charles driving room. With you always being around Charles, ferrari allowed you full access.

“have you thought on what you’re gonna say to pierre?” charles asked you while you were pacing back and forth in his driver room

“no, charles! i’m scared what if he had the talk with kika, and suddenly wants me back in his life? i can’t just drop the 7 months that i was suffering because of him, just because i loved him too much”

your head was in your hand because it has been on your mind ever-since the conversation with pierre happened

charles knew how in love with pierre you were, when both of you had freshly broken up you’ll get drunk most of the time and would lead to you drunk calling him, most of the time crying.

Pierre came to charles multiple times regarding this exact situation, as much as charles hates that pierre was the cause of your huge heart break but pierre and you was his closest friends and he knew the impact pierre had on you.

“Well, just accept him back in to your life then”

Lissie added on, “if you’re thinking about it, that speaks alot. You clearly want him back, as much as i disliked him, if he makes you happy, we’re happy with it”

“Or you could just find another driver to date….?” now this was a voice you would not expect to join the conversation you’re having

“Carlos…? How much did you heard?”

“Not much, but walls are thin here, i didn’t know you ended things with pierre that way, but what i was saying is, there are other people here who would die to be with you and would treat you much better than how pierre treated you, but why do you care anyways? i’m pretty sure the pierre’s impact is still on to you”

Carlos and Charles laughs, which made you rolled your eyes

“i don’t know guys, will it be healthy for me? that’s the question i’ve been asking”

“not all relationships are supposed to be healthy for you. yeah there may be ups and downs, but that’s the purpose of a relationship isn’t it? Loving each other even through tough times”

Lissie sat up and assured you, with charles and carlos agreeing Lissie’s statement

Maybe you’ve already made up your mind, but you just needed extra assurance from your closest friends

“Okay that’s all for the sappy talk, we need to go now, they’re finding for us charles, drivers meeting happens in 5 minutes and we need to be there” Carlos said his greetings and pulled charles along with him not giving him a chance to give his goodbyes to Lissie and i

While waiting for Lissie to finish her interview session with the redbull drivers, you were just walking to a nearby bar to get a drink, because it sure as hell is a hot day, and a drink right now would sound so fucking good.

what makes it worse, is the choice of clothing you’re wearing, you’re really not a fan of revealing clothes but Lissie had decided to dress you up, as after the qualifying rounds, she had made plans for both of you to go to a nearby club with some other friends.

Normally you’d have a blazer or a thin jacket as a cover-up but you had forgotten to picked up ur blazer from charles drivers room and you can’t access it without him being beside you as you didn’t really had a pass.

“here” as soon as you spoke about your blazer, you were handed a black blazer by someone

“than- pierre..?” you were slightly confused because he weren’t supposed to be here knowing there’ll be a debrief anytime in 15 mins, but here he is sitting beside you.

“charles handed me your blazer and told me you’d b here, he kinda send me away to talk to you” he shrugged, while ordering a drink.

you just gave him a smile, because you weren’t sure if you should bring up the conversation about him and kika knowing it’ll tensed up both of you.

“kika and i had the talk, i know you’re really curious about that” his seat was turned to face you, and he did the same to you, rotating your seat.

“I’ll just let you know how it goes and how i truly feel, it’ll be your choice if you are willing to accept me back into your life. I know how hard it is for you and i’m not rushing you to give me an answer, y/n.”

“go on” you gave him a nod

“kika was the one that knocked some sense into me, she told me that she could still see that i still had my heart reserved for you. Honestly, I’ve never notice it. I apologised to her that even-though we were in a relationship my heart didn’t belong to her. I felt bad of course, because at first i truly liked her but the constant reminders of you were just so hard to shrugged it off. When u came to Miami Grand Prix, i didn’t expect you’ll be there because charles told me you were busy and you guys barely communicated. I kinda bribed him to get regular updates about you” pierre laughed

“what did u bribe him with..?” you were as confused as ever, if charles needed anything he would have just gotten it, because this man has got to be the richest one in your friendship.

“advice on his fashion sense” well this clicked so well because lately Charles have been asking fashion advices from you, online shopping regularly, even having packages shipped to you just in case fans found out about his home address

“from you? i’m amazed, pierre. I was the one who had to pick your clothes for our dates, i’m glad you’ve upgraded that wardrobe of yours”

we both had more conversations but i had a question that i was much more curious

“did she went home?” changing the topic

“no, she’s still here, her friends are here so she went with them instead. I have asked her to keep the paddock passes because i felt bad”

you nodded ur head, it’s great that she’s still here, i wouldn’t want things to be awkward especially after the elevator incident

“We’ll start slow, we’ll then see how it goes” you said softly, you were honestly scared of how this will go because if pierre had done this to you once, what is stopping him to do it twice?

“That’s fine to me, y/n. I’ll prove to you that im worthy of getting the second chance” he hugged you

The hug still felt awkward and tense because it’s been quite a while since Pierre and you shared a hug

“You’re not interviewing anyone? I’ll probably have to be back soon in 10 minutes? Wanna walk back together?”

you shook your head, signalling him that you did not have any interviews today but agreed on walking back to the paddock together

“Lissie’s in-charge today, i’m interviewing aston martin’s team, mclaren’s team and your team though tomorrow, before and after the race. Guess you’ll need to see my face again, hope you don’t get sick of me!”

both of you shared a laugh, “i would never get sick of your face” pierre mumbled softly, which led to you not hearing anything

when both of you reached your respective destination, you gave your goodbyes and proceed to assist Lissie and the team to pack things up

Lissie noticed your existence, “everything alright?”

you gave her a thumbs up and continued your task.

you were drunk.

Things escalated so quickly, it’s not even 3 hours in and you were drunk.

It wasn’t drunk drunk but DRUNK DRUNK.

What’s crazy is you were never a light weight, but for some reason the empty stomach really made you feel like a light weight, because here you are seated on your table while the others were on the dance floor

You’ve never noticed your driver friends walking in to the exact same club in the next booth, because whenever you are drinking, all thoughts are only on you

Other than being drunk, you’re stubborn, because here you are chugging 4 shots of vodka and walking straight to the dance floor

“What’s gotten her, isn’t she the strongest amongst us?” Amanda, Lissie’s friend shouted through the music

Lissie signaled her a love sign which made the whole group did an “OOH”.

“hey pretty girl, slow down on those shots, will you?” You felt someone slid their arms on your wrist but was too confused on who it was with the blurred vision you had

But you do recognise this accent and voice

“Chaaaaaarles, what ar you doooing here?” holding on to him for stability

“What you’re here for too, how much did she drank?” Charles asked Lissie

Lissie didn’t know if she should be lying to Charles with the alcohol intake you had or tell the truth, so she chose the latter option because charles was one scary man when he’s angry

“More than you can imagine”

Charles rolled his eyes and walked you back to the booth, except this wasn’t the girls booth but it’s the guys and they were shocked seeing you here drunk

Obviously not a common sight for them

“y/n?” pierre stood up walking to both you and charles

“hey hahahahaha, fuck i’m so light headed right now” head in your hands, whining which made the guys laughed

“not the strongest soldier anymore?” george snickered

“shut the fuck up, i think the dude did something to the drink it’s so fucking strong, it’s so insane” you leaned your head back not knowing it landed on Lance’s shoulder

“What did you ask for?” Carlos questioned you

“the stongest in the house and i did a lot a LOT of shots, fuck i have an interview too, with YOU” you gave carlos his answer and pointed to Lance signifying that you’re doing an interview with him tomorrow probably hangover.

“well that’s probably why you’re like this, sherlock holmes” Lando added on

“drink up” pierre handed you a glass of water, which you gulped down in a second

“easy” Lance soothed your back, and this action made Pierre tensed which charles happened to notice and can’t help but to smile

“thaaaanks sweet boy, other girls would die to be me right now” you laughed, half conscious half drunk

“drinking more?” george asked

you nodded your head while charles and pierre shouted a hard NO

“unfair, i’m doing great right now, i think…?” you gave them a pout which led them to laugh loudly

“you’re crazy y/n, just don’t turn up to the paddock with those huge shades of yours that you used to do back then” Lando commented which made you rolled your eyes

“They made me feel like a bad bitch, maybe you need a pair too so you’re able to feel the bad bitch vibes”

“I don’t like drunk y/n, she’s snarky as hell” pierre taken aback by the comment you gave to lando

“that’s on you babes, honesty is the best policy!!!!!!!! Oh deaaaaaaaaaar, i need to fucking puke, i’m never drinking” you stood up and dragged pierre along with you because right now, he’s just standing in front of you

“Lovebirds” carlos rolled his eyes, but deep down it kinda warmed the other guys because they knew both of you were each other end games

you wake up in a hotel bed, but you are unsure if you made it home safely, until you heard songs from the kitchen area.

now it clicked you, this isn’t your hotel room, hell nah, you refuse to believe you had just done a one night stand but when you got out of bed you’ve realise, you were clothed head to toe

an oversize black tee with basketball shorts that was clearly to long and big for your small size.

Oh my god, how drunk were you to be in a strangers bed

You walked slowly to the kitchen area only to recognise the guy’s back view and it slowly made your heart warm because you have never thought you’ll face this back view again

Pierre heard your footsteps, “awake? any hangovers?”

you shook, well this was the best part because no matter how much you drink, hangover weren’t really your thing

“feeling anything?” he stood in-front of you hands on your head which made your head lean on to his torso

pierre felt so full knowing you’re here in front of him, the view he has been dying to wake up to

“just hungry, how did i end up here?”

“charles a room away, but he’s sharing with Arthur and you’re quite noisy when you are drunk so i opted to bring you in my room instead.

We couldn’t find Lissie anywhere, apparently she went home at 6AM because she knocked charles door frantically thinking you were lost, she’s dead asleep though in your room. Must be a great night for both of you”

he chuckled playing with your hair

“great night, yes? for me and lissie? maybe. Did you cook? Something smells good, i don’t know if it’s you or the food”

“it’s the food, it might be me too, you’re the stinky one here” pierre guided you to the kitchen, seeing the pancakes and omelette placed right in-front of you

“i don’t mind having a taste of both but the pancakes are screaming out to me more, sorry pierre”

this was an out of pocket comment, because to Pierre you were someone shy but through out the night, he realised that you were getting super bold with everything

“this isn’t very friends of us, huh” you commented

“so why not let’s give it a try?” you added

pierre stood up in shocked and walked right over to kiss you there and that

“oh i fucking miss this, miss everything about you baby”

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y/nviews they droved off without me, I’m literally steve in the relationship

charles_leclerc YOU WERE WITH LISSIE

y/nviews could’ve offered?????????? smh and you call me your best friend? im offended

pierregasly there wasn’t any space, did u wanted to sit on my lap, dearest steve?

y/nviews that wasn’t a problem last night

georgerussell63 timeout stop ruining this child pierregasly y/nviews

gaslaaaayed wait…. R they back together??????? FINALLY?

tsunoday i’ve been waiting for this 🙏🏻🙏🏻🙏🏻🙏🏻🙏🏻🙏🏻🙏🏻

pgaslighter landonorris they’re a quadrant right now, watch out they’re coming for your spot 🫵🏻

landonorris oh hell no lissiemackintosh GET OUT! That was my spot originally 🤗

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pierregasly she refused to get a license just so she’ll be my passenger princess forever, i’m loving it though

charles_leclerc she’s lying, she has one but don’t risk yourself

y/nviews this is false information, i’ve failed it at least 2 times

carlossainz55 i’ll teach you, i think im a great driver 🤭

pierregasly no one’s teaching my gf except me

y/nviews naw that shucks, i was srs about it though carlossainz55

lance_stroll was about to give a like until i saw your face, I’m taking it back y/nviews

y/nviews i love my fans 😓

y/nviews i love you forever my baguette 🥖

pierregasly …..

a/n: well that’s all for this series! i hope it’s a great ending bcause i was unsure on how i should’ve ended this :0

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Non-Sibi Sed Patriae

Chapter Eleven of Sweet Home Alabama

Jake ‘Hangman’ Seresin x OC (Linley Mitchell/Floyd), Bradley ‘Rooster’ Bradshaw x OC (Linley Mitchell/Floyd)

Description: What does Bradley mean by "Uncle Mav"? You're not sure you understand. It was inevitable that Bradley and your dad meet. But what would the likelihoods be that they would already know each other? If it's any consolation, Jake seems to be just as confused as you are. But you have a bad feeling about this. Would coming clean to your fiancé mean the end of your relationship?

Themes: love, attraction, angst, sex, cheating, lying

Warnings: Bradley is a little mercurial. He's rude, okay, to both Mav and Linley. This is where the events of TG 1986 come in. Casual cursing.

Word Count: 2794

A/N: Bradley's in Alabama and he's definitely causing some issues. My thanks to @desert-fern who helped me come up with the callsigns Mav gives to Linley and Jake. I hope you all love this chapter!

AO3: Cross-posted here!

Wattpad: Cross-posted here!

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You're sure you have whiplash. First, you have the emotional upheaval of seeing Bradley on the field, with Jake dogging his footsteps. Why is he in Alabama in the first place? It doesn’t look like he’s willing to tell you, either. That upheaval is followed by the quiet devastation on Jake’s face. You can’t understand Jake Seresin. A part of you is sure you never will. He signed the divorce papers and told you to get out of Alabama. You’re doing what he wants, so what right does he have to be angry?

Then Bradley is kissing you. You try to melt into it, everything in you rejoicing at the sight and smell and feel of him. But it doesn’t feel the same as it did on the night you got engaged. Not in the slightest. Something’s missing. There is a spark between you that seems to have evaporated into thin air. What’s worse is how you seem to know exactly where that spark has gone, right to your soon-to-be ex-husband. That has to be the only reason why the pain in your chest feels like you’ve been trampled by a rampaging herd of cattle, right?

As if the sick love triangle you’ve found yourself in isn’t enough, there’s the devastation on Bradley’s face as he chokes the words ‘Uncle Mav’ out. Mav? Mav?! Why the hell is your fiancé calling your dad by the short form of his callsign? He left the Navy a quarter century ago, after all. Your dad left all of that behind when he left the Navy. Why wouldn’t he tell you he had more people he considered family? You know all about your Grandpa Duke and Grandma Maisie, about the struggles your father went through after your grandfather passed away. You know about how your Grandpa Duke lost his life saving his squadron. You even know why your dad joined the Navy and then why he left the service shortly after you were born. Hell, your godfather himself is still serving in the Navy, flying jets with the vast majority of the men you call uncles. But he’s never once mentioned Bradley Bradshaw. He’s never mentioned anyone named Bradshaw at all.

“Hey, Baby Goose.” There’s something unreadable in your dad’s face as you stare between both of the men - one who is a pillar of your life and one who is quickly becoming one. “You look good, kid.”

“Wish I could say the same about you, Mav.” There’s shock in Bradley’s voice, tension thick and cloying in a way wholly unrelated to the crush of the crowd surrounding you. The two of them are steps away from each other, and unsurprisingly, that leaves you and Jake on the outskirts of this game, this domination play your father, and your fiancé have found themselves in. “You got old, old man.”

There’s a cruel smirk on Bradley’s face, and your dad actually looks sad and old for the first time. All of his vibrancy has drained away just at the sight of your fiancé. “You could have come to see us sometime after Dad, you know?”

“I couldn’t do it.” Your dad can barely say the words.

“Why’s that, old man? Could it be that you couldn’t face your mistakes? That you couldn’t face what you did to my dad?” This is a Bradley Bradshaw that you’ve never met before. He’s cruel, calculating, and cold. For the first time, you see Carole in his usually warm, open face. His words, his tone, sting like an open-palmed smack to your cheek, leaving uncomfortable warmth behind as your dad gawps, his throat working as he tries to speak. The silence is harsh and uncomfortable, electricity crackling between Bradley and your dad.

It has you taking a step back, the raw hatred making you feel uncomfortable in a way you never have before with either man. You can’t pick sides. Not between the man who has given you everything you’ve ever wanted, who has safeguarded your life like it’s more precious than his own, and your fiancé, your Bradley, your sunshine when you feared that love and hope were both lost. How can you possibly choose? You take another step back and another, praying that the milling crowd will swallow you up. But instead, you collide with a firm, warm body.

Usually, you'd be apologizing for bumping into a stranger, but you know who it is. It's Jake, standing at your back like a bulwark, silent support exuding from every pore.

"What's going on, Lin?" You blink, not expecting the spicy scent of his cologne surrounding you and the heat of him as he murmurs into your ear.

"I dunno," your voice is equally quiet, "I think Dad knows Bradley. But not just as my fiancé, as something else. Bradley called Dad ‘Uncle Mav’."

"Like his old Navy callsign?" Your face crumples at the reminder that you still don't know what Bradley Bradshaw has to do with your dad other than being your fiancé. But before you can say a word, he murmurs on. "Hey, d'you remember that one day when he gave us our callsigns?"

That you remember, and it’s a saccharinely sweet thought that has you smiling despite yourself. It had been a syrupy, slow summer day. School was out for the summer, and it had been for a few weeks, if you remember correctly. The cicadas buzzed in a chittering roar that seemed to rise and fall with the hot summer breeze rustling through the trees. You were lying in the hot, dry grass with a sketchbook, coloring pencils, and markers surrounding you. Jake was upside down with his legs against the tree trunk you were both sitting under. It was one of those torturously slow, hot days. But neither of you minded, not as long as your dad was there telling stories about his time at the Navy. The story of his call sign was one that both of you had heard a million times, but it was one you could hear over and over again.

“Dad?” You'd asked, every movement you make languid, your muscles feeling like overcooked spaghetti under the sweltering heat of the sun. “How come we don't have callsigns?”

You were only twelve or thirteen years old, and there was nothing that seemed more important.

“Well, usually, your training cohort would give you your callsign, kiddo.” Your dad had looked at the two of you under the tree with not a little bit of amusement as he wiped the grease off of his hand. “But, since there isn’t a cohort here to give you yours, how about I give them to you?”

Jake had sat upright so fast that he nearly bowled the both of you over. There were leaves in his hair, and dirt streaked on his cheeks as the both of you had focused your attention on your dad.

“What about Hotshot for you, Lin?” Before he had even finished the phrase, you’d been nodding your head. “And I was thinking about Tip for you, Jake.”

Jake had tipped his head sideways as he’d thought. “Why Tip, sir?” He still calls your dad, sir. He has for most of your life. 

“Well, I settled on Tip for you because Linley rushes into things. Between the two of you, you’re the cautious one.” A part of you still thinks that your dad made sense. “So I went with Tip as in Tip-Toe.”

You’re jolted out of your reminiscing by the hand that wraps around your arm. It’s Bradley, because of course it is, and his face is cherry red as he drags you through the crowd. His grip is punishing, his stubby nails digging into the flesh of your upper arm as you half-jog to keep up with his fast pace. You’re not sure where he’s dragging you because you’re pretty sure Jake dropped him off. Sure, you have your rental here, but Bradley doesn’t know where it is.

When he lets you go near the picnic tables at the edge of the field, there are angry red divots in your arm, and you’re sure you’re going to be bruised in the morning. He’s pacing in front of you, the pristine suit he’s wearing wrinkling with the force of his motions as he buries his hands in his hair. You’ve never seen him like this before. Even in the middle of the most stressful of press conferences, Bradley’s always smiling. He’s the epitome of calm under pressure. So, to see him like this is more than a little jarring.

You’re a little shocked by the rage in his gaze when he finally turns towards you as you sit on one of the picnic benches.

“So, sweetheart,” His voice is a growl as he glares at you. “When were you going to tell me that Maverick fucking Mitchell is your dad?”

You swallow and reach for his hand, praying that he’ll trust you enough to let you have it. The fact that he lets you take it gives you just enough courage to tell the whole truth about your family, at least for the first time in your relationship.

“I was going to tell you, I promise.” Your sigh is soft as you tug Bradley down to sit on the bench next to you. “I left Pigeon Creek seven years ago because I had a dream I wanted to achieve. Pretty soon after I got to New York, though, I realized that somebody called Linley Mitchell was too countryfied to make it big in the fashion industry. So I took on the nom de plume of Linley Floyd.”

Bradley has an oddly thoughtful look on his face as he looks at your interlaced hands. “So why didn’t you ever tell me that Floyd wasn’t your last name?”

“I-I.” You can barely catalog your thoughts. “I didn’t want to disappoint you.”

To your embarrassment, you’re sniffling a little. “I know what Carole is like. Reputation is one of the most important things in the world to her. Up-and-coming fashion designer, extraordinaire Linley Floyd of Greeneville, Alabama, is a better PR spin than trailer-trash Linley Mitchell from Pigeon Creek, Alabama, isn’t it?”

He doesn’t even try to tell you that you’re wrong - and that hurts inexplicably. “And as far as dad goes, I didn’t know, Bradley.”

He huffs disbelievingly at you. “Sure, you didn’t know. You’re telling me Mav didn’t tell you about how he ruined our lives?”

“I truly didn’t know, Bradley. Dad doesn’t talk about much of his experiences with the US Navy at all. He’s never told me the true reason why he left the Navy. He’s only told me that he left because I needed him as a baby.”

The kicked look on his face and his red-rimmed eyes are enough to have you slipping into Bradley’s lap. You’re a little surprised that he lets you get that close, honestly.

“Do you want to tell me what happened?” If your tone is a little bit wheedling, well, you’re sure Bradley doesn’t even notice. His hands loop gently around your waist as he thinks. When he speaks, his voice is hoarse and grim.

“My dad’s name was Nicholas Bradshaw, his callsign, Goose. He was Maverick’s RIO in the Navy. They met at the US Naval Academy and were best friends on sight. Everything was perfect between them. They flew together, and they did everything together. Hell, Mav was my dad’s best friend when he married my mom. He was there when I was born. He’s my godfather, Lin. He was my parents’ closest friend. Then, the two of them were called to Top Gun, which is the most elite program for training fighter pilots, and they were both candidates for it. The competition was equally fierce. Everyone wanted their name on the trophy. So, there was a fair amount of showboating and flashy maneuvers involved. It was a thirteen-week training program, and the maneuvers were growing more and more challenging by the day.”

He looks far away as he tells the tale.

“Hop 31 was when everything seemed to go sour.” There’s a terror you’ve never seen on his face before. “They were flying with another pilot and his RIO, Iceman and Slider. The goal was to shoot down the enemy with the other team. Iceman wasn’t able to get into weapons envelope range, so Mav went in to take the shot. But he ended up flying through Iceman’s jet wash. The jet went into a flat spin, and the engines failed. Mav and my dad had to eject.”

There’s a sick feeling in your gut.

“But the canopy didn’t detach fully. My dad came out of that ejection with a severely compacted spine.” Your yelp is sharp as he shoves you off of his lap. Bradley’s gesticulating again, his eyes crazy as he yells into your face. “Mav could have flown if he wanted to after destroying my dad’s dreams. Nick Bradshaw was honorably discharged on medical grounds. He never flew in a fighter jet again. It was all Maverick Mitchell’s fault.”

“How was I supposed to know, Bradley?” Your heart hurts. Dad should have told you - or maybe you could have asked. “It was just an accident, right?”

“Hah!” His voice is filled with scorn as he scoffs at you. “The Navy may have ruled it so, but I don’t believe it. My dad was never the same again after all of that. He was a shell of the man he used to be. It was all Maverick’s fault. To top it all off, he came to visit us a couple of times after the crash but then never again.”

“Bradley?” Your voice is gentle as you try to get him to look at you again. “I’m sorry it happened like that. But I know my dad. He would never willingly or knowingly hurt the people he cares about. He hasn’t spoken once about what happened, and I think it’s because it still hurts him.”

“Yeah, well, obviously, we can’t say the same thing about you, can we?” You’re reeling. “After all, you could have told me the truth, and we could have worked through it. But I don’t think that’s possible anymore. What else are you going to tell me then?”

“Bob’s not really your cousin, and I think that’s apparent now. Is Jake a part of your family at all? Or is that another one of  your elaborately contrived lies, Linley?”

Right when you don’t want him, of course, Jake shows up.

“Must be exhaustin’, huh, Linley?” He’s looking sad and angry, and there’s so much pain clawing its way through your gut.

“What?” Bradley barks out, obviously not liking that your private conversation has been interrupted.

“Well, Roo, you and I are in love with two different people.” You’re gasping for breath now, each one ragged and not providing nearly enough oxygen to shock you out of this spiral. That Jake’s calling Bradley ‘Rooster’ means he’s seen the articles about Bradley’s playboy days.

“So what, then? Is he a second cousin of yours, Lin?” There’s something that looks a lot like open contempt on Bradley’s face as he looks Jake up and down.

That insult is what prompts you to choke the words, “He’s my husband,” out. Of course, the moment you drop that bomb, Bradley’s wheeling away from you like you’ve struck him.

“So what, Linley?” He’s chuckling cruelly. “Are you telling me you married your cousin?! I know Alabama’s got a reputation for that, but I didn’t think it was actually true!”

To your shock, you’re dashing away tears. “No, Bradley. I came down here to finalize my divorce.”

He looks like you’ve smacked him in the face as he stares at you. Then he whirls around and walks away.

“Bradley, wait!” God, you have to fix this. You love Bradley. You still want to marry him. 

“Wait!” But he’s not listening, choosing instead to walk away like you’re not important to him at all.

“I just…. Please!” You’re pleading, practically begging, but he’s not budging. He doesn’t even seem to care when you trip and nearly fall on the grassy ground. “Let me try and explain myself!”

Finally, he stops and looks at you. That cold, very Carole-like look is on his face again as he looks at you.

“Look, I don’t know who you are or what else you lied about, but I know one thing…” Rage makes twin spots high on his cheeks. “There is a Learjet in Mobile waiting for me, and I’m on it.” He turns around and stomps away. Bradley doesn’t even turn around when you scream his name.

“Shit.” What is it with fucking Alabama destroying all of your relationships?!

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hii would you be able to write cute relationship headcanons w/ puck from glee? :)

hii! of course i can <3 thank you for your request x and i’m sorry it took so long!

noah puckerman x gn!reader

make sure to reblog and like if you enjoyed this, thank you!

𝐃𝐀𝐓𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐍𝐎𝐀𝐇 "𝐏𝐔𝐂𝐊" 𝐏𝐔𝐂𝐊𝐄𝐑𝐌𝐀𝐍 𝐇𝐄𝐀𝐃𝐂𝐀𝐍𝐎𝐍𝐒

allow me to just start this off with: he is WHIPPED for you. entirely.

he’s crazy inlove with you

as in, he would do anything for you

you two began dating just before he found out quinn was having his baby (in his hoe era)

puck first off used you as a fling to get over quinn, except he started to get proper feelings, making life complicated for everyone

when quinn told him, his first thought was to not tell you about anything to do with the pregnancy

it was going great until you heard about it through jbi, when he posted it on the school’s blog

this caused a huge argument to erupt with you and puck, further causing a dent in the relationship

when he told you that quinn was keeping the baby and he wanted to be involved, you were angry and couldn’t help but understand.

quinn had a conversation with you (this confused you since you and quinn never spoke even though you were on the cheerleading team together), and spoke to you about puck. you couldn’t help but feel like he had some involvement in that.

after this, you then went and spoke to puck, hearing his thoughts and coming to an agreement that you’re okay with him being involved with the baby growing up as long as he doesn’t leave you.

you helped out when you could and offered for her to stay with you when she got kicked out. she declined yet you were still closer than you were before

when quinn had her baby, you found out that she had called her beth and was going to give her to shelby, rachel’s mother

after this, you and quinn sort of drifted however still spoke

ok now that’s out of the way wow

he’s honestly so caring

cold? football jersey yay

wardrobe malfunction? football jersey yay

he loves to see you in his clothes

speaking of clothes, if you were to stay at his house or him at yours, he’d love to pick your outfit

not even in a controlling way, just cute

“okay how about these two together?”

“i absolutely cannot wear a orange top with black jeans, santana will tear me apart.“

“fuck santana and what she thinks!”

“you’ve already done that!”

teasing him for everything. movie and song choices, exes, fashion sense (if you can even call it that)

he is honestly strangely domestic

going back to the idea of you staying at his or him at yours, if your parents both had work and it was just you, he’d let you sleep in and you’d wake up to him attempting to make you breakfast

and you can say that he is not like that all you want, you saw what he was like with beth

a family is all he wants, and now you’re in the picture he knows he’s got everything he wants and more. a family.

dates. they are so spontaneous. one day you could be watching movies and eating dinner and the next you could be sitting at the top of a ferris wheel laughing about an insult santana said about finn

that reminds me. being literal besties with finn however not being able to stand rachel. she’s too obnoxious

i cant help but feel like you and santana have some sort of friendship but not that much ?? like one of them where it’s like you say hi and talk to each other sometimes and if one of them is in drama you’re immediately on their side and backing them up but you wouldn’t hang around with them willingly??

does that make sense?

anyways

if you have long hair, he loves to try and do your hair but always gets it tangled :( he tries i swear

if you were to get drunk (rachel’s house party train wreck extravaganza) it would be so funny. all of puck’s exes except santana seem to be under the “angry drunks” category so i’m putting you under there

you know what that means. teaming up with drunk lauren and drunk quinn to shout at him as he tries to get you all to stop (i’m sorry but i have to mention the way he drunkenly says “chILL OUTTT” to lauren after she makes fun of pucks hair)

honestly this isn’t even just at rachel’s house party train wreck extravaganza it’s everywhere where there is alcohol present

being the school’s it couple

the entire glee club ships you both i swear to GODDD

flirting everywhere it’s actually sickly

“get a room please!” - rachel

PDA PDA PDA PDA

i think this one was obvious

he LOVES pda.

he wants everyone to know that he loves you and that you are his partner

dancing to music and singing along to the songs, sometimes he turns down the music as you’re singing. he’s inlove with your voice .

i actually didn’t say this omg but you’re in the glee club too yayay you joined just after puck did

you are his greatest achievement (second to beth, IM SORRY)

but this doesn’t mean you aren’t the one he loves and sees a future with

he just wants to marry you one day

omg how was this??? i hope this is good! if this isn’t up to your expectations just send in another ask and i’ll try again :) i’m very sorry it took so long!

back to my masterlist: here

[argentangelhelps]

MAISIE PETERS STARTERS

starter prompts from maisie peters’ discography

“i still haven’t got my driver’s license” “and i am sorry to make it about myself again but you signed up for this“ “you signed up for this” “please don’t give up on me yet” “i know i’ll get better, i’m just not better yet.” “i only drink to get drunk.” “nothing like i thought would happen happened” “it didn't work like i thought it would” "i resent you just a little if i'm honest” “you swore you would do better this time” “if i'm being frank, i want a "sorry" but i'll settle for a handshake” “not friends, no, we're somewhere in between” “'cause you're awful and i miss you and i killed you in my dream last night, even then you didn't care” “i should be the one you’re dancing with” “i was gonna act surprised even though i knew you wanted me” “maybe if i'd reined it in you wouldn't wanna kiss somebody else” “you don't owe me anything”
“i'm just gonna walk home by myself” “you look right through me every time you walk by” “‘cause if you don’t want me then you’re not the one” “guess i misunderstood, i thought you liked me too” “she could tell i was so obsessed with you” “hope i don’t wake my dad up” “well, tell me where i went wrong” “and you only kissed me once, nothing changed at all” “i could see a bloodbath coming” “everyone else can have him but i won’t” “loving you’s not fair” “you kept me as your favorite secret” “it’s funny how everybody but me knows” “you’re losing your mind” “you wanna talk? not ideal.” “i feel like you feel nothing, that’s fine.” “baby, who has two phones?” “you don't want me at all, but you don't want me to fall for anyone” “i heard you had a lot of therapy when you were seventeen for your anger issues” “if i had a pound/dollar for every hole punched in a wall i’d be a rich girl/boy” “it got progressively harder to miss you” “you're a serial cheater” “when i told you you were funny i lied” “i can tell that you've never been hugged” “if i was the last girl on earth, you'd still be weighing up your options” “you're obsessed with your father” “red flag and a half” “you're kinda sociopathic” “i wasn't broken till you tried to fix me” “i was yours until you let me down” “you said this is something that we both need” “you left me hollow” “are you happy now?” “we never struggled for a conversation till you couldn't find the words to say” “now you’re somebody else with somebody you swore was not your type” “i just miss my friend” “how do you think i’m dealing?” “i'll burn this house, i mean it” “well, what does that make me then?” “i'm your villain” “whole town's gonna hear how you messed me up” “oh, i'm out my mind and i said some shit, but i miss you more than i meant any of it” “he’s fit, go for it.” “if you want to take her out, you're gonna have to ask me first” “she's in brooklyn with me” “you gave it all and i gave it up” “you were always on my mind” “i've got no right to miss you” “easiеr to tell myself we'd mess it up instead, so i left” “but i still wish things were different, don't you?” “'cause i get not evеryone sees you the way that i'd like” “you pulled a lot of shit” “thought i'd be a cool girl, but turns out i'm livid” “all or nothing, you chose nothing” “you are one tough act to follow” “you forgot how to miss me” “i hope i’m one tough act to follow” “now everything is through, it's you i wanna call though” “it was all out my hands when you pulled the trigger” “i kissed your friends 'cause your friends said you kissed her” “you were my no sleep, cried for weeks, favourite ex” “i was good to you” “did i just not do it for you, superficially?” “i can’t help thinking she’s got a better body” “has she got a better body than mine?” “were you sorry like you weren't at the time?” “the worst way to love somebody is to watch them love somebody else and it work out” “when you're twisting up all her sheets, do you suffer?” “was i just an idea you liked?” “was i just an idea you liked? a convenient use of time with obedient blue eyes” “i thought it would be us for life” “will you tell me just one more lie?” “didn't say it in those words, but i know how your tone works” “i'm hurting but i'm certain it's still true” “i'm the best thing that almost happened to you” “one day, you're gonna wake up and, oh shit, you lost the brеakup” “i'm thе greatest love that you wasted” "oh shit, i won the breakup" “just assumed i was your favourite” “what do you do when the good guys change their mind?” “'cause i used to think that if i tried my best, i'd always win” “now you're asking for a pardon 'cause i'm a good time pound for pound” “i was good, just wasn't good enough” “i never said i was perfect just thought i was perfect for you” “did you meet my brother?" “will we ever get together?” "how can i know you're for sure? it's only been a summer" “nothing more frightenin’ than a woman scorned” “baby, if you thought that i was trouble, then you're gonna hate what's comin' next” “i don't think you knew just what you'd done” “i'll fuck your life up as a blonde” “i'm gonna make your friends say, "man, you messed that up”” “you'll rue the day you did me wrong” "oh, goddamn, not another rockstar" “they got a lot of unexamined father-son baggage” “aren't i lucky 'cause he could have chosen any girl to fuck with?”

[somewhat-sanguine]

and your mom would drink until she was no longer speaking, and dad would dream of all the different ways to die (alienation of affection)

My view of what a “healthy” relationship looks like is… twisted, at best. Non-existent at worst. I could never really tell which one of my parents was in the wrong, and who was in the right. Truth be told, before my father’s stroke in 2013, it did appear to be my mother who was the instigator and the “problem”.

I vividly remember my father, who worked long hours while my mother lied about at home to drink and smoke cigarettes, coming home to try to just give her a kiss on the cheek. It was rejected. She would accuse him of cheating. My father started sleeping on the couch when I was around eight years old, and although my parents tried to say it was because of his bad back, I knew what the real reason was. Alienation of affection. Not from him, from her.

My parents met each other in a newspaper ad, of all places. Both were fast approaching their forties, and I suppose they thought time was running out. My mother was, and still is, a devout Christian. My father is agnostic. My mother, according to her drunken ramblings that I unwillingly paid witness to as a pre-teen, did not believe in any sex that wasn’t for the explicit purpose of procreation. She got her two kids, and he was left in a loveless, passionless marriage. I’m not sure what the game-plan for sustaining a loving marriage and raising well-rounded children was, but clearly it didn’t pan out well. My mother would get obscenely drunk, pass out, and my father would always carry her to bed. His kindness was not returned, not even with so much as a "thank you."

Seeing my mother drink away his money and contribute nothing to the household coloured my view of what a relationship shouldn’t be. Was my father an alcoholic as well? Yes, he was…however he went outside the home and contributed to it. He worked full time while mowing the lawn and doing husbandly duties during the weekends. My mother’s largest contribution was buying McDonald’s with my father’s money for my brother and I. If we were lucky, she would toss some frozen pizza into the oven and call it a night. There were some nights that she would drink herself into such a state that she was incapable of even feeding us. My father was also too drunk at this point to care, as well. I developed a taste for cold, still-in-the-can ravioli that I still crave to this day. 

I have no problem with women who choose to go outside the home and work, I have no problem with women who choose to be proper home-makers and full time child-rearers…but what does seem unfair is when a spouse is allowed to drain their partner of finances while just indulging in their addiction. I’m an addict and alcoholic as well, I get it, to a point. But how could someone look into their hungry child’s eyes, hungry not just for food but for love and support and guidance, and choose to look away from their eyes just to continue to stare down into the bottom of the bottle? How could you reject the man you’ve married innocent advances, especially after he’s just slaved away all day at work for you? When I was with my ex-fiance, I had dinner waiting for him when he came home. I greeted him with a hug and a kiss, I helped him take his shoes off and had the house cleaned and his sleep clothes ready for him. I’m not saying this is how all women should be, or even strive to be. Perhaps seeing how my mother treated my father made me want to go in the extreme opposite direction of how she was. 

I want to be a mother and a wife. It’s one of my greatest goals in life. I find myself to be so very different from my mother, and sometimes I wonder if it’s just my nature or if my upbringing caused me to be so resentful of her, that I try as hard as I can to be her opposite…and that makes me even more ashamed to share the traits of alcoholic and schizophrenic with her. 

I know I am not her. I know I am my own person. I know alcoholism is common amongst schizophrenics, and it doesn’t mean that I am becoming my mother or that I will ever become my mother. But I would be a liar if I said that I wasn’t fearful of it.

[solarishashernoseinabook]

What part of writing is the most fun?

Thanks again for all the asks!! :D

3. What is that one scene that you’ve always wanted to write but can’t be arsed to write all of the set-up and context it would need? (consider this permission to write it and/or share it anyway) Do not underestimate my willingness to write set-up for events, it's not for nothing that my friends tease me about The Solaris Effect (when what was supposed to be a fluffy fic becomes overloaded with plot, but lately we've been extending it to any minor point that ends up having a lot of set-up given to it so that it works properly)

Nevertheless! Have a short exchange that I might not be able to include in The Ward Ghost due to the timeline not quite working (scene contains implications of a past abusive relationship):

Ten Tooth Joe watched Horace and Will for a moment, then spoke in a low voice to Travis. 'And this new young man Ghost is with - he treats him better than his last boyfriend?' The memory of Will, injured and alone in the woods after his ex had taken out his anger on him, flashed in Travis's mind. His hand balled into a fist. 'Yes. He does.' Ten Tooth Joe noticed Travis's anger. 'So you know the story?' 'I do. He told us a couple weeks ago. You knew about it?' 'Found out just before the bastard left.' 'Did you do anything?' Travis asked. 'I would have, but at the time I had no idea...' 'Found out too late - by that time Ghost had broken it off himself.' Ten Tooth Joe broke out into a grim smile, his eyes glittering angrily in the firelight. 'I might have met that bastard before he hopped a boat to the continent.' Travis's blood ran cold. 'Did you--?' 'Oh, he got on the boat all right,' Joe said, waving one hand. 'But let's just say I have him a little taste of what he gave Ghost.'

8. Is what you like to write the same as what you like to read? Mostly! I love fluffy one-shots, which is most of what I've written lol

9. Are you more of a drabble or a longfic kind of writer? Pantser or plotter? Do you wish you were the other? I've written more drabbles, but I absolutely love doing longfics. As for pantsing versus plotting, it's a mixture! One-shots, I'll have a very vague idea of what I want to do, but mostly pants it. My longfics are slightly planned - I get the beginning, the end, and some scenes I must include, then leave things flexible so I can rearrange or expand things as needed :3 I'm happy with what I do, no need to change!

14. At what point in writing do you come up with a title? When I'm staring at that ao3 title box in despair just before I post the fic slghslgh. But I came up with the title for The Royal Ranger early (purely as a joke that my friends enabled me on)

15. Which is harder: titles or summaries (or tags)? Titles oh my god. If Beethoven could get away with calling his work shit like Fifth symphony in C minor why can't I just call my shit Fluffy gay with side angst and found family no. 12?

20. Tell us the meta about your writing that you really want to ramble to people about (symbolism you’ve included, character or relationship development that you love, hidden references, callbacks or clues for future scenes?) *vibrates in autistic excitement* okay so I've talked about this a lot in other places but writing The Royal Ranger has been huge for me becoming more comfortable in myself. Giving Halt so many of my own autistic traits has meant I'm doing a lot of self-reflection and after a while of writing him I feel a lot better about stimming and my sensory issues :D It's also hugely validating to write people supporting Halt when he needs it bc his autism is causing a problem, or getting to call out characters who treat him poorly.

On a more story-focused level, writing Halt has been fun so far bc he's currently 20 years younger than he is in the main series, and I've written a lot of flashbacks to him as a kid where he was care-free and happy, whereas at the time the fic happens he's more reserved. It's been really fun writing him slowly becoming the version of him we see in canon! And chapter 23 plants a little seed that's gonna come back much later, in a light-hearted context that's nonetheless gonna be meaningful to him ❤

21. What other medium do you think your story would work well as? (film, webcomic, animated series?) I think a webcomic would be interesting! I could visually indicate that Will doesn't emote much in The Ward Ghost that way, or try fun things with panels to show how Halt perceives the world in The Royal Ranger. But I don't have the artistic skill to pull it off, nor do I want to put in the years of work to develop that at the moment lol

25. What part of writing is the most fun? Dialogue exchanges! Especially when characters get to tease each other, but also when they get to really be emotional and sincere. And I'm an absolute sucker for writing scenes where a character promises to support another ❤❤❤

Link to the ask game if you want to play!

[thissithhappens]

how the fuck am i supposed to NOT tell you that i love you when you make a point out of remembering my weirdly specific preference on car radio volume that i only told you about once, weeks ago?? don’t get me wrong, you haven’t really had to tell me your favorite things more than once. plus i write them down either way. but FUCK. to be that known, that INTENTIONALLY known and committed to memory???? over something so small???? BRUH. bro. homie. my guy. i told my last ex some of the most traumatic shit that happened in my adult life and he either completely forgot about it or made it worse. you…. you….. GOD you’re such a child about some things but the way you take me in…. the way you smile… the smallest things entertaining you…. you are a simple man but you’re no dummy. you do pull on my heartstrings in ways most people haven’t. i can get mad at whatever communication issue we have, but how can i not come home to someone that says “I figured you’d want a home-cooked meal since you live alone.” is it bullshit, manipulation? i’m pretty sure i’ve learned my lesson on intuition at this point, plus some of the communication we actually have had. it’s funny because I know I’m different from the other girls you’ve been with. And you championed yourself to me as different from the other dudes. Well, at least in terms of the ones that i fuck with, you’re not wrong. Not in the slightest, and that’s one of the reasons I do fuck with you so much. You satisfy a certain need that nobody before you has fully been able to access. My horoscope said that I’m “not difficult, I just need someone to reach out to the hidden part of me and take its hand.” You said you didn’t like pictures because your mom always forced you to take them. I told you I understood, and told you the story of the forced tears. I don’t tell that story often, but I was almost desperate to tell you. It’s not that I need any more details…. and maybe my situation didn’t totally compare to yours…. but I just wanted you to know that you’re not alone. WE are not alone, if we have each other. I’ll take on the whole world with you— when we’re comfortably silent, I have room to sort through some things in my head. You do give me a sense of stability and reassurance that just changes everything. I ask you to do something differently, more or less, and you do it. Especially when you know I’ve logically backed you into a corner; you’re good at it too, but I’m just a touch ahead on that one. You’ll never know my mother— you had to be capable of assuring yourself that your perceived reality was the real one. It’s funny how gaslighters usually don’t have a realistic perception of their life and what’s around them. i know ive made a big fuss about men before you that do or say things nobody else has, but I’d like to at least think some of them with you are more than just the bare minimum. Sometimes when I think of us I just imagine us doing a circular dance around a mirror, taking turns fading in and out of the glass. I so badly want to tell you everything, all the time, then when you ask i fucking choke. I just don’t want you to get tired of me. I don’t want to fall back into codependency. I want to open up while still maintaining appropriate and proportional boundaries. You’ve mentioned a couple of things about forever even in the midst of my anxious reactions. That’s what fucks me up— outside of close close close family and friends, who does that for me??? We could be a family. I want to return all the grace you give me, I want to tell you about it. I saw the way you blushed even when I mentioned that we’d been together for a month now. Even though it causes conflict, I do kind of appreciate how most of our arguments are just about when and how we spend time together. Shit, we’ve been arguing since the first month of knowing each other. It was kinda weird to go to an ER vet trip with someone you didn’t know that well yet. We argued about proper care and steps forward; later on, I was told by an outside source that you chose the safest route solely because of my opinion.

[sodamvelvets]

“it’s not you i want- part one”

bae joohyun x fem reader, park sooyoung x fem reader (platonic)

highschool!au (everyone is 18) + fake dating

warnings: swears

summary: your best friend misses her ex and devises a plan to get her back, things don’t necessarily go as planned

word count:  7464

part one | part two

a/n: hi, it’s been a bit, no? does anyone still use this site? anyways, i just wanted to finish this thing that’s been in my drafts and nearly done since,,, forever? because of the length i’ll be splitting it into two parts, the second to be posted soon. i can’t guarantee i’m back, but i’m at least attempting to get all my drafts done (there are a lot).

You should have skipped school today, you realize as you slowly close your locker, leaning against the cold metal and rubbing your forehead. It would’ve been so much easier to concoct some obscure sickness and convince your mother to let you stay home for the day, doing whatever you please, than to deal with whatever this mess is.

“So, you want me to date you.” You say finally, arching a brow as your best friend, Park Sooyoung, stares at you expectantly, her large brown eyes filled with a mixture of anticipation and underlying annoyance, surely due to your insufferable silence that had begun ever since she’d told you her semi questionable plan five minutes prior. 

Sooyoung crosses her arms, wrinkling her button nose and letting out a frustrated huff of air as she tiredly blinks, carefully piecing her next words together. “Technically yes, but it’s fake,” She bites her lip as her attention noticeably shifts away from you, a look of sadness briefly flashing across her face before she refocuses herself, muttering something under her breath. “Please, it’ll only be until-”

“Joohyun wants you back.” You finish for her, your gaze drifting to the place where Sooyoung’s previously fell, watching in concealed amusement as Bae Joohyun, the ex-girlfriend of your best friend, laughs boisterously, throwing her head back in joy and causing several strands of her brunette hair to come loose from her low hanging ponytail. Joohyun’s pale cheeks begin to redden as she becomes aware of her loudness and she hastily hides her mouth behind her hand, ducking down as embarrassment creeps across her gentle features, and just for a moment you smile. 

Even you’ll admit that Bae Joohyun is undeniably alluring, her flawless features and delicate, lithe, form combined with her shy but sweet personality makes her irresistible to most, something she’s been even since your awkward elementary school days, where you remember supposing Joohyun was a witch, her clear skin and shining oval face that was somehow both daringly attractive and also childishly cute, standing out like a shimmering beacon amongst you and your acne-ridden peers. 

When you were younger rumors often followed Joohyun, always along the lines of her being scouted to join entertainment companies as an actress, idol, or model, and like many you believed these to be true however none of those stories ever held their own, your classmates waiting with bated breath every new school year for her inevitable departure, but alas she would always return with a shy smile and a soft wave, seating herself quietly and ignoring the jealous glares and longing whispers as she settled in for another three hundred sixty-five days of education. 

Despite her beauty and outwardly kind disposition, you’ve never quite been able to understand why throngs of people always seemed to fall at her feet, ready to do anything for her to give them just a second of acknowledgement. Perhaps that was why, when Sooyoung told you after one of your volleyball games that she was interested in Joohyun, you were shocked. You couldn’t imagine Sooyoung, such a prideful person joining the crowds clambering for Joohyun’s attention, and you suppose that technically she didn’t have to in the end. 

It was a friend of a friend type thing that brought the two together, Joohyun easily taking a liking to Sooyoung. Your best friend was almost as alluring as Joohyun, with her charismatic and good-natured attitude and aphrodisiac looks. They were the perfect couple really, the school beauty and the varsity volleyball team captain, in retrospect maybe a little cliché but still a good match nonetheless.

Beside you, Sooyoung appears lost, her expression far off and almost wistful, and as you glance worriedly at the taller girl, she clears her throat, becoming aware of your solicitous gaze and straightening herself. “Will you do it?”

“I don’t know.” You say, puffing out your cheeks.

It’s been almost four months since Joohyun broke up with Sooyoung, something you’re only sure of because you know you'll never be able to forget the day it happened when for the first time in your seventeen years of knowing Park Sooyoung, you saw her cry. It was surreal for you, to see Sooyoung, quite possibly the strongest person you know, shaking uncontrollably in your arms as she sobbed violently into your neck, oblivious to your soothing words. Sooyoung never told you why Joohyun decided to end it, and you never bothered to press the matter any further, instead wisely deciding to skirt around the topic. 

You remember that as the weeks passed, Sooyoung would often tell you she was fine, and you didn’t need to worry about her, but despite her assurances, you still did. There was this certain longing way that Sooyoung looked at Joohyun, something you knew she didn’t think you’d noticed in between her lies of having moved on, and truthfully, it still makes you uneasy, to see Sooyoung so upset over someone who doesn’t seem to be even slightly interested in the taller girl anymore. 

You shake your head. “How do you know she’ll want you back?” You ask finally, stopping yourself from adding on the part about Joohyun breaking up with Sooyoung, not vice versa. 

“I just do,” Sooyoung shrugs, placing a hand on your shoulder, the sudden contact making you jump. “She has to.”

You sigh at her response, torn between admiring Sooyoung’s foolish overconfidence in herself or shaking her awake from this delusion. “Okay,” You frown. “But why does it have to be me?  Why not like Yerim or something,” You say, referring to one of your teammates who, like many, has been relentlessly flirting with Sooyoung for some time now, her breakup reinstating her as the school’s most eligible bachelorette, behind only maybe Joohyun herself. 

Sooyoung rolls her eyes incredulously, acting as if you’re incompetent for not understanding why she’s chosen you for her fake dating ploy. “Because it’s the most realistic, two best friends getting together, and I’ve never even shown interest in Yerim before either. Plus,” Sooyoung adds, gesturing between the two of you. “You and I have the ideal opposites attract dynamic.”

It’s true that Sooyoung and you have always been a relatively odd pair. Sooyoung is an outgoing, reckless, and overly impulsive type, compared to your more quiet, thoughtful, and calculating persona, however, your seemingly clashing characters somehow managed to balance each other out fairly well, with Sooyoung becoming if only a little bit more tame and sensible around you, and you learning from her to let loose and have some fun in life. 

“Fine,” You’re not sure why you find yourself agreeing, perhaps it’s because you’re sick of seeing your best friend in pain, and even though you doubt this plan will come to fruition you’re willing to try for Sooyoung’s sake. Or maybe it’s just because you’d really like for this conversation to end and to go get a coffee. But either way, you find yourself reluctantly nodding. “I’ll do it.”

///

A sharp yelp escapes your lips as you feel a sudden weight leaning into your backside and a strong pair of arms that you identify as belonging to Sooyoung wrap themselves lazily around your neck, pressing a kiss onto the crown of your skull and in turn causing you to drop your chopsticks in pure shock and your cheeks to warm.

Sooyoung, noticing this laughs heartily, shaking you out of your stupor as your fingers fly to pry her off of you. “Don’t touch me you stupid hunk of-“ You begin to growl, however, the words seem to shrivel up in your mouth as you become increasingly aware of your volleyball teammate, Son Seungwan, watching the two of you with widened eyes, surprise evident on her face at your harsh remark, gently reminding you of your job as you suppress a sigh and finish your sentence with a fake smile and a new faux sweetness in your voice. “Love and kisses.”

Seungwan, although still appearing to be a little confused by your backhanded compliment towards your supposed girlfriend, seems to hesitantly accept your recovery, turning back to her own conversation with Kim Jennie, the outside hitter, as Sooyoung sits down next to you, wearing an amused expression and shifting her chair closer to you so your shoulders are brushing against each other. 

“You look awful today,” Sooyoung says a couple of beats later, her tone more observational than teasing as she unscrews the cap of her water bottle.

You don’t respond to her comment, but you can imagine it’s true, from the dark bags under your eyes due to staying up late last night working on a project; curse your procrastinating self, to you oversleeping your alarm this morning and barely being able to stumble out the door in one piece, you aren’t exactly the epitome of beauty, and you’re certainly no Bae Joohyun, especially in your baggy jeans and faded tee shirt. Though, you’re sure that even if Joohyun were to wear exactly what you were, she'd somehow manage to make it look presentable if not breathtaking. 

However, to your credit, with the exception of today, lately you’ve been dressing better than you normally would, perhaps it’s the small amount of you that actually cares about the student body’s opinion finally kicking in, slowly creeping its way into your peripherals and making you suddenly more conscious of your appearance than you’ve ever been and filled with at least a little determination to look somewhat presentable, even if it means going far outside your comfort zone by applying a rather shoddy makeup job and wearing less casual clothing as compared to your usual bare face and minimum effort outfit. 

“Seriously,” Sooyoung repeats. “You look awful.”

“Yeah, well not all of us can be Joohyun,” You mumble.

“Clearly not,” Sooyoung says, the corner of her lips turning upwards in a mischievous smirk. “Plus, unlike you, Joohyun was actually nice to me.” 

“Probably because she didn’t realize it was more than you deserved,” You bite back. 

Sooyoung laughs, unphased by your words, which you note is one of the unfortunate drawbacks of your years-long friendship. “Or maybe she just had human decency.” 

You only stick your tongue out at her in response, pushing your tray of food away from you, your appetite sated as a comfortable silence falls between the two of you, with Sooyoung eventually getting bored and pulling out her phone, but not before she makes sure to wrap an arm around you, your body stiffening at her touch momentarily before relaxing.

It’s been two weeks since you and Sooyoung started ‘dating’ and to say it’s been a struggle for you would be an understatement, most prominently due to your differing ideas of what a relationship should be. Much in contrast to your best friend, who up until Joohyun, was considered the ‘serial dater’ of your grade, you’d only had a handful of romances, most recently last year with Kang Seulgi, an older and rather laidback girl who was on the school’s competitive dance team until she graduated and moved overseas to attend some prestigious performing arts school.

 With Seulgi things were comfortable, your relationship was far from a secret but it was still private, your intimate moments shared only behind closed doors, few times did the two of you ever do anything publicly, beyond maybe a quick kiss on the cheek or interwoven hands. You realize now though, that what you had with Seulgi vastly underprepared you for what Sooyoung wants you to have with her. You suppose it’s due to Sooyoung’s grandiose personality that she’s like this, always wanting to have a very public and visible relationship, a factor that is only multiplied by her need to show off to Joohyun, and despite the fact that this is all fake, there comes a point where even you reach your limits, and Sooyoung’s melodramatic actions which very much so go against your reserved nature have definitely reached that point, your snarkiness with Sooyoung having noticeably gone up, especially at your volleyball practices.

Of course, your entire team already knew you and Sooyoung were dating by the time you reached practice at the end of your first official day together, (word has always spread fast in your school, and even faster if it involves Sooyoung) and to your horror, none of them even seemed to be surprised by the news, with some of Sooyoung’s closer friends even saying it was about time, and this surely soured your mood, which was already unhappy with the sudden surge of attention you were getting, causing the still increasing amounts of jabs at Sooyoung whether it be on poor form or simple mistakes. However luckily for you, most of your teammates have just assumed those moments were due to your cold personality and didn’t question if it had anything to do with the state of your relationship. After all, it was a well-known fact that while both you and Sooyoung are equally skilled at the game, Sooyoung’s affability was what made her the best choice for team captain, something much preferred over you and your somewhat unapproachable aura.

But the worst part of it all, and much to Sooyoung’s displeasure as well, was that Bae Joohyun, if she ever even noticed, didn’t seem to care much about you and Sooyoung, hardly even looking your way even when Sooyoung would purposely stop you in the halls where she was sure Joohyun could see to make some lame romantic gesture that you had to pretend to be enamored by. It seemed to you that this was all in vain and you were in this much deeper than you wanted to be. 

“Sooyoung,” You mumble, unwrapping her arm from around you, and reaching for your bag beneath the table. “Can we go for a walk before the next period starts?”

Sooyoung, who appears surprised by your abrupt request, briefly raises a brow in question before noticing your almost pleading expression and nodding slowly. “Sure,” She says, beginning to stand, with you hastily mimicking her movements.

“Where are you two going?” Jennie’s voice startles you slightly, her presence having been long forgotten in the midst of your swirling inner monologue. “Somewhere private I’m guessing?” She continues, jokingly making lewd motions with her fingers as some of your other teammates begin to chuckle quietly, and your gaze instinctively goes to the floor as discomfort fills your body. Sooyoung, appearing to have observed your reaction, moves closer to you, and although she’s only a couple of centimeters taller than you, at the moment her frame seems to dwarf yours. 

“Get your head out of your ass Kim,” Sooyoung says, her tone harsh and unamused as Jennie’s smirk turns into a sheepish grin, the rounds of laughter falling silent. “We’re just going for a walk, maybe you could try it instead of having a quickie in the janitor’s closet every other period.” 

And with that, Sooyoung snatches your stacked lunch trays and storms off, with you following her hesitantly. Confusion fills you as you watch Sooyoung’s shoulders untense. This is not the first time that Sooyoung’s been teased like that, in fact, it happened dozens of times with Joohyun, but she never responded then, rather choosing to just laugh it off, you assumed to keep up her appearance as an easygoing team captain. Her earlier riposte, you realize, was inexplicably out of character. 

“You didn’t have to do that,” You mutter as Sooyoung dumps your unfinished meals with the rest of today’s food waste, her face unreadable.

“Yes, I did.” 

You open your mouth to say something but decide against it as your best friend lets out a deep breath and holds out her hand to you, clearly wanting to move on from what just happened, and reluctantly you take it, exiting the cafeteria together, and leaving any awkward air between the two of you behind as Sooyoung escorts you to your next class, something she’s done even before you started fake dating. Unlike you, your best friend has dropped all unessential courses for her last year of high school, leaving her with a handful of free periods a day and plenty of time to accompany you during your transitions, often taking this time to tell you about trivial matters that you hardly ever care out, but still, you appreciate her trying, it’s just another one of Sooyoung’s subtle ways of showing she cares. And while you would never admit it to Sooyoung’s face, (if you did she’d immediately turn painfully smug and use it to further inflate her ego) those two-minute-long moments, that in retrospect seem mundane and unimportant, matter a lot more to you than she knows.

However today as you pass through the halls, her usual chatter is gone, replaced by an unsettling silence that continues even as you reach your classroom, which is luckily empty, your early departure from lunch having left you with enough leeway for a little over five minutes of relative peace before your peers arrive.

Gently, you release Sooyoung’s hand, heading for the backmost table, and dropping your backpack on the floor. “Are you okay?” You ask Sooyoung as you slide into your seat, eyeing her warily while she distractedly looks at the educational posters lining the walls, but based on her expression, you doubt she’s actually reading them. 

“What?” Sooyoung’s attention turns to you and for a moment she only stares, as if she’s replaying the last few seconds mentally. “Oh, yeah,” She says finally, walking towards you and hoisting herself up so she’s sitting on the tabletop.

“You sure? We can uh,” You rub your neck, leaning back in your chair. “Talk about it, if you want.”

Sooyoung shakes her head. “I’m fine, I swear,” she says, a small smile appearing on her face, perhaps because she’s briefly touched by your rare display of worry. “The thing with Jennie,” She pauses. “It was just because I was tired. Of her behavior I mean. She’s just been getting on my nerves lately, you know?”

“Yeah,” You say slowly, somewhat surprised. Sooyoung is a good liar, even when you were kids it was always hard to tell if she was telling the truth or not, something your mothers hated, and you of course loved, at least when it worked in your favor. But when it comes to you, you’ve always been able to tell when she’s lying, and it’s no different this time. Still, you say nothing, instead forcing out a laugh. “She can be a real bitch.”

Sooyoung glances at you, a chuckle escaping her lips before her expression turns serious. “So,” Sooyoung says, arching a brow. “Why did you really want to go on a walk?”

“Maybe I just enjoy your company.” Sooyoung rolls her eyes at this, moving to flick you. “Okay, fine!” You concede, pushing Sooyoung away from you. “I just,” You sigh. “I think we should talk about Joohyun.”

Sooyoung straightens, her gaze hardening as she leans forward. “Why?”

“Why?” You echo, a sudden irritation filling you, as the past two weeks of frustration and fruitless efforts catch up with you. “Because I’m sick of this Sooyoung. We’re doing this for nothing! She clearly doesn’t care, and I’m done with this game.”

“No, you can’t be done,” Sooyoung’s jaw tightens and she suddenly grabs your wrist, making you flinch. “We’re so close, and I promise it will end soon, just give me some time.” 

“You’re wrong Sooyoung,” You hiss. “This will never end because Joohyun doesn’t care.” Your tone softens. “You need to let go.”

“Please Y/N,” Sooyoung begs, her gaze snapping to the doorway as one of your classmates walks in briefly looking between the two of you, and Sooyoung lets go of your arm as her voice drops significantly. “Give me a little longer, I just need to figure it out.”

“One more week,” You say as the bell rings and more of your peers begin filing in, your privacy now gone. “One more week, and if nothing changed by then, this is over.”

Sooyoung doesn’t respond, and by the look on her face you can tell there will be renegotiations later, but for now, she backs down, hopping off the table and hesitantly leaning to kiss your forehead as she becomes aware of your watchful classmates, before slowly pulling away, and leaving you with burning cheeks. Without a word, she walks away, accidentally shouldering someone as she tries to slip away before your teacher arrives, and you cringe as you recognize the person. You watch with bated breath as Sooyoung stops, turning to apologize, but the words seem to die on her lips when she realizes it’s Bae Joohyun, and a visible awkwardness floats between them as your best friend mutters an apology and excuses herself. However, Joohyun seems unaffected as she continues to her seat, ignoring your classmate’s whispers as she passes by, and seating herself in the row ahead of you next to her friend Kim Jisoo, who immediately leans over to mutter something in the brunette’s ear, peeking back at you for a second with a smug smirk. You bury your head in your arms until your instructor arrives. 

Today’s class is mostly unit review, you realize a little later as your teacher begins to project old material on the board, and reluctantly you pull out your notes to halfheartedly follow along, eventually giving up and beginning to doodle, quickly done patterns and designs starting to litter your papers more and more as the lesson drags on. You sigh, placing your pen down and sitting back to admire your work, it’s nothing too intricate, but still, it has its own beauty you suppose.

 You’re not sure why your gaze drifts to Bae Joohyun, from where you’re sitting you can only just barely make out her enviable side profile as she writes something down in her notebook, and perhaps it’s simply because you’ve found that over the last several days your life has seemingly become centered around Joohyun’s existence that you find yourself staring at her from behind, admittedly admiring the way the tips of her collarbone just barely poke out from the neckline of her shirt, and how her mussed hair cascades in waves to the small of her back. Nearly autonomously, you begin to glide your pen across your page, creating a feminine face with a defined jawline and perfectly arched nose, using one continuous contour line, a technique Seulgi taught you, and while the finished piece may be a little abstract, it is still indistinguishably Joohyun, and you’re sure if Seulgi were to see, she would be proud. 

“Hi,” Your body jumps as a stack of papers is dropped in front of you, and you’re met with Bae Joohyun, who offers you an apologetic smile as she pulls up a chair across from you and settles herself in. Joohyun’s gaze wanders from you to your notes, surely noticing your drawings, more specifically the one of her, and quickly you flip them over, your cheeks burning. “We’re, uh partners,” She says finally, thankfully saying nothing about your sketches and pointing to the board, where your name is written next to hers. Of course, you think, it’s really just your luck to end up partners with Bae Joohyun, the very girl you’re supposed to be making jealous. And what will Sooyoung say? You bite your tongue, holding back a groan, it seems life has just gotten a little more difficult.

“Right,” You mutter, shaking your head to clear your thoughts and forcing a smile that you’re sure is unconvincing.  “I’m Kwon Y/N,” You say, holding out your hand. 

Joohyun stares at you weirdly, a glint of amusement in her eyes as she takes your hand with her own, which you note, is much softer than you expected. “I know. We’ve met. Many times,” She clears her throat. “And you’re also dating my ex.” 

“Oh, yeah,” You cough. “Sorry,” You add, truthfully unsure which part of her statement you’re apologizing for.

Joohyun lets out a soft laugh, shuffling through her papers to find the project overview. “It’s fine,” She shrugs, flipping through the packet, and then passing it to you. “I don’t really care anyway.” 

You only nod in response, doing your best to ignore Joohyun’s stare as you skim through the pages, where you, unfortunately, learn that this is a two-week-long project. By the time you’ve finished reading the packet, and figured out what this assignment is even about, Joohyun has already begun taking out the rest of her notes, making you shift uncomfortably as you realize how pitiful your quickly scrawled annotations look compared to hers. Still, you ignore your slightly wounded pride, taking out your laptop and starting to do extended research for your presentation, occasionally checking in with Joohyun to ask if she agrees a source is adequate, and eventually a congenial silence fills the air between the two of you, and you can’t help but think that this isn’t as bad as you thought it would be.

 “Did Sooyoung ever tell you why we broke up?” She asks seemingly out of nowhere, and when you glimpse her way, you realize she hasn’t even bothered to look up from her work, much too focused on filling in her section of the outline.

“No,” You say cautiously, stopping your typing and watching her as she scribbles something down about catalysts. “I didn’t want to pry.” 

“It was because I was interested in someone else,” Joohyun says this so casually, that at first you don’t register what she’s just said, but the second you do your body tenses. 

Her words shock you. Although you’d never say it out loud, Sooyoung is truthfully quite good looking, from her full lips and seductive gaze to her athletic build, you can’t imagine anyone above her league, and hearing Bae Joohyun of all people insinuate that there is indeed someone better than the perfect Park Sooyoung has you wildly confused, and maybe somewhat concerned, perhaps the brunette has an underlying issue you’re not aware of, because surely no sane person would dump your best friend for a passing crush, and yet here Joohyun is anyways. It’s possible, you contemplate, that this mysterious interest of Joohyun’s is why she doesn’t care about you and Sooyoung’s efforts. 

“Are you still?” You question, solely for Sooyoung’s sake.

Joohyun peers at you for a second, ceasing her movements as her expression becomes thoughtful. “I think so.”

Joohyun doesn’t mention Sooyoung again as the two of you delve into your work again, leaving you to process the past few moments as you distractedly scribble things down, concluding, that while misfortunate for you, it appears that Joohyun’s slight apprehensiveness still leaves Sooyoung with a chance. Quietly, you curse under your breath, earning you a brief glance from Joohyun, but you hardly care at this point, more caught up with the realization that this new development will most likely result in an extension to your fake dating act with Sooyoung. 

By the time fifteen more minutes pass, class is close to over, and you and Joohyun are starting to put your materials away, quietly discussing if there’s anything to do outside of class. However, for now, there seems to be nothing, something you’re secretly grateful for, as your workload combined with volleyball is already more than enough for you. 

“I’m glad we’re partners,” Joohyun says as you help her reorganize her papers.

You can’t help but laugh, tilting your head to the side in question. “Why?”

Joohyun shrugs, looking like she’s going to say something, but she seems to forget her words as someone calls her name out, and you try your best to ignore the subtle pang of disappointment in your stomach as your eyes follow hers to see Jisoo beckoning Joohyun over, and you can hear the brunette chuckle softly. “I should go talk to her,” Joohyun says, turning back to you, and taking the pages from your hands, quickly dropping them into her bag and zipping it up. 

You nod, your hand jumping to the back of your neck as you notice Jisoo’s gaze boring into you. “Yeah,” You mumble, shifting awkwardly on your feet. 

Joohyun smiles unaware of your discomfort, offering you a small wave. “See you tomorrow.”

“See you,” You echo watching as she goes to join Jisoo just as class is dismissed, and once again Jisoo looks back at you with a smirk, leaving you with an uneasy feeling. 

You don’t have long to ponder over it though as your phone vibrates in your pocket, and you glance at it to see a text from Sooyoung reminding you that practice was rescheduled for today. You sigh, hiking your backpack up on your shoulder and heading for the locker room, where some of your teammates are already lingering, waiting for the start of your practice in thirty minutes. Hastily you change, pulling your hair up into a ponytail and leaving to go meet Sooyoung. You’ve decided to tell your best friend about what happened with Joohyun after practice, not wanting to distract her from your drills. 

Sooyoung is waiting for you at the athletic center entrance, twirling an Allen wrench between her fingers as she leans against the doorframe. Wordlessly, she tosses it to you, bending down to pick up the bag at her feet with a small grunt as you brush past her, going towards the court’s centerline and beginning to pry off the golden caps of the floor sleeves while Sooyoung starts unpacking the net. It doesn’t take long to set it up after that, your years of volleyball have made this process more autonomous than anything, and with Sooyoung, everything moves quickly, your lifetimes together allowing your bodies to move in perfect sync as if they were two halves of a whole, rather than separate beings. 

“We’re not breaking up next week,” Sooyoung says eventually as she watches you loop off the excess rope.

You finish tying off a knot and raise a brow at the taller girl. “Why?” 

“Because you’re partnered with her,” Sooyoung says.

For a moment you just stare at Sooyoung. You’re not necessarily surprised that Sooyoung is already aware of your partnership with Joohyun, it was bound to spread quickly in the first place, and of course, it would reach your best friend first, but still, you can’t help but feel a twinge of annoyance. “How’d you find that out?”

“Why didn’t you tell me?”

“Didn’t have time,” You shrug, unbothered by Sooyoung’s evasiveness and repeating your question. “How’d you find out?”

Sooyoung doesn't respond, her attention shifting to Seungwan as she enters the gym, pulling in a cart of volleyballs with the rest of your team trailing behind her, signaling the start of your practice. 

“When does your project end?” She asks, not meeting your eyes.

You sigh. “Two weeks?”

“Then that’s when we’ll break up.” 

Sooyoung doesn’t give you a chance to object as she sprints away, meeting your incoming teammates and already beginning to give them instructions for your warm-up.

///

Few people are in the library by the time you arrive only a couple of hours before closing. It wasn’t your original plan to be here, in fact, it was really the last place you’d want to be, especially after a tiring day of academics followed by an intense volleyball session, but with your tournament coming closer and your free time becoming lesser, Joohyun suggested meeting up past school hours, leaving you in your current situation, drowsy and miserable yet still somehow standing. Nonetheless, your fatigue wasn’t enough to deter you from completing another section of your project, hoping that at a minimum, your future self will appreciate your efforts. 

However, Joohyun doesn’t seem to be here, or at least not in this part of the building, you observe before vaguely remembering the upstairs study section from the last time you came, two years ago. A slight anxiety begins to bubble in your stomach as you head to the second floor, each step bringing more and more unease. This will be your first time alone with Joohyun in a non-classroom setting, and truthfully you’re unsure of how it will go. That, combined with the fact that you’ve decided, for no particular reason, not to inform Sooyoung of your meeting, only heightens your apprehension, halfheartedly wishing that at this time of night, none of your possible schoolmates will be here to spot you and Joohyun, news which would certainly find its way back to your best friend and surely end in a painful interrogation. 

Biting the inside of your cheek, you do your best to shake off that thought, instead letting your fingers run through your slightly dampened hair, silently praying the rushed shower you took was enough to rid yourself of your after-practice stench. 

You take a deep breath as you reach the second-floor study, relaxing your shoulders and letting your gaze flick from person to person, searching for the familiar brunette. Similar to downstairs, only a handful of people are here (none that you recognize luckily), splattered about the tables. Most of them sit alone, silently reading or rapidly typing away, however, the ones who are in groups are huddled together speaking in low whispers, their voices intertwining with the sound of keystrokes and flipping pages, creating a surprisingly comforting hum. But, none of those here are Bae Joohyun. With a sigh, you pull out your phone, preparing to send her a text. 

“Y/N!” The sound of your name being called from behind makes you turn, subtly sliding your cell back into your pocket as Joohyun comes to a stop in front of you. You swallow. 

If you had to describe her it would be ethereal. But that thought is quickly dispelled as you remember Sooyoung, and besides, you’ve never had an interest in Joohyun, why would you suddenly now?

So instead you focus on how she’s changed clothing since you saw her in class, now dressed in straight cut jeans and a thin black top that just barely exposes the gentle slope of her collarbone, where a thin golden chain just barely peeks out, shining against her lightly tanned skin. You swear you can smell a soft scented vanilla perfume wafting in a gentle cloud around her, which surprises you as you just barely remember a conversation with Sooyoung about Joohyun’s dislike for fragrances of any sort and her odd preference for the scent of fabric softener. It occurs to you, as more of a joke than anything, that she might have put it on for you, but the thought is so obscure and impossible that you immediately brush it off. It’s much more likely that she did it on a whim rather than for a particular reason, or person. 

“Hey,” You greet, awkwardly shifting on your feet and you’re suddenly aware of how unkempt you look compared to her in your worn sweatpants and old volleyball shirt.

“Hi,” Joohyun offers you a warm smile, perhaps because she perceives your discomfort, and you can’t help but notice how the left corner of her lips rises subtly higher than the other, inadvertently causing your breath to catch in your throat. “Sorry, I’m late.”

You blink, praying she didn’t notice as your hands anxiously move to your pockets. “It’s fine,” You manage to cough out. 

She tilts her head. “You sure?”

“Yeah.”

“Alright,” Joohyun says after another beat of excruciatingly uncomfortable silence “Well, we should probably find a table,” Joohyun suggests kindly, hiking her bag up further on her shoulder. 

“Right,” You nod, mentally kicking yourself for your tactlessness, motioning for her to take the lead, and leaving you to trail behind the older girl as she finds the two of you a relatively empty area to work in. 

As you settle down, Joohyun begins pulling out her project folder, and you can’t help but watch her graceful moments, pondering where your relationship with the brunette falls now. According to Sooyoung, you should be friends by now, but you’ve completely ignored her pushing, instead wanting to have an organically growing bond, but your blossoming connection you find, has inexplicably begun to sour the once seemingly harmless idea of getting Joohyun and Sooyoung back together, the cause being something you haven’t bothered to explore too deeply, secretly fearing what the answer could be. 

At this point, you’re unsure if you can call her a friend just yet, on the other hand though, categorizing her as an acquaintance seems too formal for the occasional banter that has bounced between the two of you. You decide to settle on the thin line between as Joohyun hands you your portion of the project, her having agreed to keep it for you after you had meekly told her about your organization issues a class back. From there your previous worries quickly fade, and the air between you is similar to how it is in school, friendly and comfortable, except this time you notice that Joohyun is far more talkative, seeming quite interested in your personal life, something you usually prefer not to talk about, however, Joohyun seems to have a way of easily coaxing those answers out of you as your posture loosens up and your walls crumble just a bit. 

“What do you think you’ll do after graduation?” 

“I don’t know,” You say with a shrug, more concerned with getting your diagram right than what seems like Joohyun’s hundredth question about you. 

“Really?” Joohyun asks her tone indicating surprise as you glance up at her with a raised brow. “I would’ve thought you’d continue volleyball.”

You laugh harshly, unintentionally startling Joohyun. “Sorry,” You say abashedly. 

“Don’t worry about it,” Joohyun replies, reaching to squeeze your hand assuringly, something that embarrassingly enough makes you melt or at least until you catch yourself and quickly stiffen. 

“I mean, I probably should,” You sigh, twirling your pencil between your fingers, before erasing a few lines. “But to tell you the truth, volleyball isn’t really my thing, it’s more of Sooyoung’s. I only started playing to keep her company.”

From your peripherals, you can see Joohyun frown slightly. “Well, what about you?” You question quickly, not wanting her to press you any further on the topic of your future. “What do you want to do?”

She seems to think about it for a second before answering. “Probably engineering,” She says noncommittally. 

“Huh, that makes sense,” You hum. “You’re definitely smart enough.” You glance up and notice Joohyun staring at you. There’s an odd mixture of expressions flashing across her face, and you’re unsure if you’ve said something wrong. “What?” 

Joohyun’s eyes widen, snapping out of whatever thought had her held up as she shakes her head. “Sorry, I was just,” She trails off, looking for the right word. “Surprised.”

“Why?”

She shrugs, seeming uncaring, but you can’t help but feel like there’s something deeper to it. “Most people tell me I should be a model or become an idol.” 

“Oh,” You breathe out, suddenly remembering a conversation with Sooyoung you had months ago when she had first told you about Joohyun, calling her a ‘future celebrity’, and while you had laughed then, you can’t help but feel a pang of regret now. “That’s really shallow of them,” You offer, before realizing your mistake as you hastily add on, “But if you wanted to be one then I guess you could do that too.”

Joohyun crosses her arms. “You guess?” 

“No!” You exclaim, panicking under her piercing gaze. “I meant you definitely could if you wanted to!”

Joohyun laughs loudly at your flustered behavior, reaching to grab your hand. “I’m joking,” She assures you. “But thank you, it means more than you know.” 

You can feel your body warming as you offer a barely audible “no problem” before quickly burying yourself back in your work, and allowing Joohyun to pick up on her questioning, this time participating a little more willingly, as the previously unbearable space between you eventually falls away, long-forgotten amongst your shared giggles and playful jokes. However, Joohyun makes sure not to let you deviate too far from your tasks, enough so that by the end of the night you feel quite confident in your progress, while also not too overworked. 

“It’s a lot darker than I thought it would be,” Joohyun notes as the two of you step outside, the cold night air already starting to nip at your exposed skin. 

You nod in agreement, pulling your jacket tighter around you and glancing upwards, towards the barely filled moon and its army of speckled dots surrounding it. 

In many ways, Joohyun is like a star, the glimmering lights small but shining in raw natural beauty, so far away, guarding themselves against the greedy grasp of man, just like Bae Joohyun, the girl wanted by all, but deserved by no one. But, you decide, more surely and confidently than anything you’ve ever decided, that the stars above are nowhere near as beautiful as Bae Joohyun. Nothing can match her, the paragon of allure, not even the precious stars. 

Everything about her seems so disturbingly effortless, it almost makes you jealous that she can exist so perfectly yet remain so unaware. And when you finally allow yourself to look at her, her gaze turned to the sky as the warmth of the street lamps illuminates the older girl in a honey-like glow that practically drips from her skin, you realize how erratically your heart seems to be beating, betraying you and everything you’ve said as unwanted words fester on your tongue. 

Fuck. It’s all you can think, as you observe how her eyelashes cast a subtle shadow on her cheeks, fluttering delicately every time she blinks, and for a brief, untouchable, moment, you swear you can see an entire universe in her eyes. 

And then it disappears as you force yourself to refocus, rebuild your walls and push away any thoughts of Bae Joohyun beyond what you set out to do. Squaring your shoulders you inhale deeply, letting the bitter cold seep into your lungs, sobering you up, not much, but enough.

“Walk to the parking lot with me?” You ask, feeling almost guilty as your words seem to tug Joohyun back into reality, a shy grin on her lips. 

“Sure,” She says with a laugh. “But then I have to turn around since I’m walking home.”

“You’re walking home?” You echo dumbly. 

“Yeah, it’s fine, it’s not that far,” Joohyun says with a shrug, and although you have no doubt she’s made this trip many times in her life safely, you still find yourself worrying for her. There’s a panging feeling in your stomach as you mull over your next words, the tiny voice in your head shouting to stop before you do something stupid, but like a fool, you ignore it. 

“It’s too late,” You say, avoiding eye contact as you look up to the sliver of a moon floating in the night sky. “Let me drive you home.” 

You can feel Joohyun’s hand, which is smaller than you would’ve expected, take your own, intertwining them as you glance at her with a curious look that's met only by a sheepish nod and a hushed whisper of gratitude. You tilt your head as the thought of Joohyun seeming cute shamelessly crosses your mind, before it’s rapidly banished and swept away. With a deep breath that leaves a puffy cloud in its wake, you start walking, Joohyun still clinging to you, to your car, doing your best not to let the contact fluster you as you focus on literally anything but her. 

The drive, though short, is pleasant with Joohyun, who spends it peering out your windows and telling you about the passing stars far above, unbeknownst to your previous revelations, and although you don’t completely understand, you can’t help but feel content in her presence, so much so that you’re almost disappointed when she tenderly tells you to pull over in front of her house. For a moment you’re reminded of some of your favorite memories with Seulgi, where you’d sit on the roof of her car staring at constellations you didn’t even know the name of, curled into her side as she hummed a sweet melody. It’s wonderfully bittersweet. 

“Thank you,” Joohyun murmurs, leaning over the console to press a kiss to your cheek, before quickly exiting the vehicle, leaving you frozen for a moment before you shift into drive and leave, and while you’re sure her intentions were platonic, you can’t help but wonder if it’s possible they were not. Even so, you force the thought away, remembering Sooyoung and focusing yourself on the road. At least, you realize that after tonight you can definitely call Joohyun a friend. 

[angie-likes-to-art]

Fic Recs (9.25.21)

I wanted to share my favorite series/ one shots while I work on my own, please show some love to these amazing writers! These are in no particular order, some are older, others are more recent, all are amazingly well written. Previous Fic Rec

Method Acting (Series, Ongoing) by @kinanabinks (18+ Only)

Pairing: Frat!Steve x Reader Summary: “frat!steve and y/n are close friends, but the lines are starting to blur. if that isn’t confusing enough, enter beryl; a girl who’s hell-bent on making steve rogers hers, no matter what it takes.”

Couldn’t Be Me (Series, Ongoing) by @drunken-imagines

Pairing: College/ Fuck Boy!Bucky x Reader Summary: “college boy bucky”

Locked Out by @kayteewritessteve

Pairing: Firefighter!Steve x Reader Summary: “A much needed trip to the laundry room takes a turn for the worse when you realize you’ve locked yourself out of your apartment. The next move you make doesn’t play out quite like you’d hoped and ends up turning south, and fast. But, your luck starts to change when a neighbour finds you in a rather compromising position and offers his help.”

Astrophile (Series, Completed) by god herself @all1e23

Pairing: Firefighter/ Single Dad!Bucky x Bookstore Owner!Reader Summary: “Orion Rebecca Barnes's favorite thing in the whole world (besides her daddy of course) is spending hours after school in the bookstore by her house and the owner GIVES her any book she wants; she’s the coolest girl Orion has ever met. It doesn't take long for Bucky to notice his daughter’s sudden interest in constellations and the large stack of astrology related books piling up in her room. He’s spent her entire life trying to teach her about the stars and where her name came from with little interest from his little comet and all of sudden she’s in love. All thanks to the girl who owns the bookstore?”

Saving Grace (Series, Completed) by @revengingbarnes (18+ Only)

Pairing: Demon!Bucky x Angel!Reader Summary: “The reader loses her grace, loses everything she has ever known, and is cast down to Earth. Bucky is the demon who loves causing chaos in little human minds. What does he do when he happens upon a broken angel?”

2 Night Stand (Series, Ongoing) by @james-bucky-barnackle (18+ Only)

Pairing: Bucky x Reader Summary: “You found yourself at a club drinking away to forget about the stress of your shitty job as the assistant of the biggest Editor in New York, you end up hooking up with the man of your dreams only to wake up to a nightmare when you find out he’s the son of your boss.”

A Touch of Ink (Series, Completed) by @deamstellarus

Pairing: Single Dad/ Tattoo Artist!Bucky x Reader Summary: “After a breakup with your ex, you decided to move to the small town where your long-time friend Sam lives, hoping for a change of pace and starting a new chapter in your life. You were prepared for a slower paced lifestyle, quaint diners, and a change of scenery. However, you didn't expect to be swept off your feet by two stunning pairs of blue-grey eyes.”

Burn The Witch (Series, Completed) by @dreamwritesimagines (18+ Only?)

Pairing: Bucky x Spy!Reader Summary: “The mission was simple; get closer to the Winter Soldier and start a relationship with him to get the necessary information for your superiors to use. Everyone told you not to get your feelings involved. You should have listened.”

Real or Fake? By @tweedlydumbtweedlydoo

Pairing: Bucky x Reader Summary: “Nat and Steve try to set you and Bucky up by sending the two of you to be a fake couple on an undercover mission at a fancy gala. Will you two still be pretending by the end of the night?”

Blink Twice (Series, Ongoing) By @simmerandwrite

Pairing: Bucky x Reader Summary: “It was just an undetermined amount of time in a safehouse with a stranger: Bucky “I didn’t come here to make friends” Barnes himself. Would it really be all that different from your lonely life with your cat in the city? Bucky was basically a cat, anyway. He was quiet on his feet, only really made noise when it was dinner time, and you both seemed to just coexist without acknowledging each other. His mandate was to keep you safe. What could go wrong?”

The Stray By @bombsonboard

Pairing: Bucky x Reader Summary: “You make it a habit to feed the stray behind your building. Turns out someone else had the same idea, sickly meet cute ensues”

The Match (Series, Ongoing) By @babyboibucky (18+ Only)

Pairing: CEO!Bucky x Reader Summary: “You come across your boss’ Tinder profile.”

Untitled By @angrythingstarlight

Pairing: Construction Worker!Bucky x Reader Summary: “Beefy construction worker Bucky asking you out.”

The Boxer Next Door By @clints-lucky-arrow

Pairing: 1940’s Boxer!Bucky x Nurse!Reader Summary: “You haven't yet had the chance to introduce yourself to the group of young men who have moved in next door. Especially the handsome one who owns the bedroom window that faces your own. However, on a busy night working in the hospital's emergency room, that chance unexpectedly presents itself.”

Mel’s Cafe By @riverevelations

Pairing: Bucky x Reader Summary: “when a new dark-haired beauty makes his way into your daily life, he becomes the muse for your art. eventually, he becomes the muse for your feelings, as well.”

[sinner-as-saint]

Crawling Back To You.

Bucky Barnes x Reader 

Run-through: Bucky Barnes had a lot on his plate at the moment. Regrets, fears, nightmares and desperately trying to do the right things to make up for his past as the Winter Soldier. Amongst those things, barely anything made him truly happy, or safe or loved. None did actually - except for you. He met you at a bar once and since then, you’ve been his sanctuary. You both knew he wasn’t quite ready to be in a relationship, yet you were always there with open arms whenever he needed a friend, a shoulder to lean on, or someone to help him take his mind off things. Be it a nightmare, or memories from the past coming to haunt him, or any major or minor inconvenience, the super soldier would find himself turning to you for help. 

Themes: angst, fluff, smut

He woke up on the floor, covered in cold sweat. 

The flashbacks of the nightmares kept resurfacing until it finally faded again. Faded, not truly gone because he knew they’d be back tomorrow again - his past coming to haunt him. He sighed and squinted at the screen in front of him. 

The T.V was on, playing reruns of a show he did not care about. He simply needed the noise to help him fall asleep. The quiet and silence was his own personal hell, so he always needed some sort of background noise to help him out. 

Bucky tried getting some sleep again; tossing and turning on the wooden flooring but he couldn’t fall back asleep. His mind was racing, too many thoughts at once. He checked the time, the clock read 1 a.m. He could go on a run, but he didn’t really feel like it. He could go to the gym, but he didn’t feel like working out either. 

He needed something. An escape, a friend. You, he needed you. 

Bucky reached for his phone, and a few taps later he was calling you. He knew it was late but you somehow always picked up his calls no matter what the time was. The rings later, he heard your voice speak up from the other end. 

“Buck?” You sounded sleepy, but not like he had woken you up, you sounded like you were about to fall asleep. 

He closed his eyes and sighed at the sound of your voice. He could picture you, all tucked in your comfy bed, surrounded by pillows and your soft blankets. Perhaps you had lost track of time because of a good book, or perhaps you were up late responding to emails for work. 

“Hey doll. Did I wake you up?” he asked, leaning back against the wall of his living room, his legs sprawled out on the floor in front of him. Only sometimes did he feel like he was taking advantage of your kindness, but then again he could be selfish when it came to you. You were his, and that’s that. 

You let out a little laugh. “Of course not, Bucky. I was just finishing up some work.” He could hear your sheets shuffling, “Are you okay? Did you have another nightmare?” you asked, softly. 

Bucky told you he did. Then he went on to tell you exactly what he had dreamt of. Sometimes he felt like he was opening up more to you than his shrink. But truth is, you made him feel like he was more than just a broken soldier, or a problem who needed to be remedied or fixed. You made him feel like he was human after all. 

“I… I’m trying to fall back asleep but…” his voice trailed off. He didn’t have to say it, you understood perfectly. He knew you did. 

Then he heard his favorite words coming from you, “Come over Buck, I’m waiting.” 

He wasted no time in getting up from the floor and getting dressed. Dark jeans, shirt, jacket and not to forget his gloves. Sometimes he wondered why he felt so giddy when you asked him to come over, which was almost every night. He wondered what it would be like to come home to you every night instead, had it been a perfect world. He always felt like he was clinging to you too much, for everything. But then you always told him that you didn’t mind. You told him you loved his company. 

He grabbed his helmet before stepping out of his apartment. There was a light drizzle outside but he didn’t care, he just needed to be with you. He got down the stairs and then rushed to start his mean bike and then rushed to your apartment building. You lived in a much nicer part of the city than he did, and he often wondered why you were putting up with someone like him when you could have a man who would give you a life you’ve always dreamt of. He often asked you that, but you always just smiled at him, you never answered. 

On his way up to your floor, he couldn’t help but feel all warm in the elevator. He counted down the seconds till he could see you. He often slept over at your place, he loved it. Cuddling, making love, followed by lazy mornings, him trying to get you to not go to work and spend the day with him instead. He loved how you made him feel. 

He knocked on your door, already taking off his gloves because he needed to feel your skin against his. Your body heat made him feel so much better. He heard you unlocking the door from the other side and not even a second later, he saw your pretty face smiling at him. Dressed in silk PJ shorts and a t-shirt, you looked breathtakingly beautiful even at one thirty in the morning. 

“Hello there,” you greeted him, smirking. “That was fast.” You teased, opening the door wider to let him in. 

He smiled and stepped inside, closing the door behind him and pulling you in for a hug immediately. You felt his slightly damp and cold jacket press against you but you hugged him back tightly anyways. 

“I needed to see you.” He mumbled, pressing his face into your neck. 

“I know.” 

-

You and Bucky ended up in your bed, cuddling under the blankets. He loved the dimmed night light you always had on, knowing that he hated being in complete darkness. He loved how cozy your room was, how spacious and airy but also warm and comfortable. 

The large window by your bed showed a lovely view of the city lights, which were right now blurred by the foggy glass, thanks to the light drizzle earlier. He could tell that the air was cold outside, but in here with you everything was just right. 

He had stripped down to just his boxers and he laid his head on your chest, his face facing away from yours, while you played with his hair and occasionally ran your hand down his back, scratching his skin lightly. His cold metal arm lazily ran up and down your thighs and he noticed the goosebumps on your skin that he was causing. 

He could hear your steady heartbeats and that was his favorite sound in the entire world. It calmed him down. 

You looked down, smiling softly at the sight of the muscular soldier using you as a human pillow. You could hear him let out quiet moans as you gently scratched his scalp. You still remembered the first time you two met, at a bar. 

-

It was late on a winter night, and the nearby bar was rather empty; just a few people here and there. And a certain muscular man in a dark leather jacket caught your eye. He was sitting at the counter, and you were in one of the booths. Eventually, you got up and decided to go talk to him. 

You recognized him immediately. Ex-Winter Soldier, Captain America’s best friend, James Buchanan Barnes.

Small talks turned into a couple more rounds of beers. He was a little off and awkward at first but he loosened up eventually. He even walked you back to your car, not wanting you to be alone in the dark, foggy and empty parking lot. 

That was the first time he kissed you, right before he opened the door of your car for you. 

“Will I see you again?” He asked, high off the adrenaline which coursed through his veins ever since you kissed him back. 

“Of course you will. Good night, James.” You kissed his cheek before getting into your car and driving off. 

-

A smile formed on your face as you thought of that night. “Do you remember the first time we met?” You asked softly. 

Bucky turned his face to you, placing his head back on your chest. He was so close that all you needed to do was to lean in a little to kiss his soft, pink lips. 

He smiled. “Yeah, why?” 

“No reason, I just wanted you to remember it.” 

Bucky chuckled and pressed a gentle kiss on your skin, right above your breasts. “You’ve been awfully quiet. What is it?” 

You just smiled at him, “Nothing. You’ve been awfully quiet too.” And judging by the look in his eyes, you could already tell there was something else to his silence. “What is it?” 

He was quiet. 

Sighing, you flipped the two of you around; straddling his waist while he laid comfortably against your multiple pillows. 

“Buck, tell me.” You pressed your palms against his chest to hold yourself up. 

“Sam needs my help with something. Another bad guy, another mission, another fight. Same old.” He sounded indifferent. 

You couldn’t blame him. He had been fighting for decades, non-stop. He had lost so much while doing so, but he also didn’t know how to deal with the calm, and silence and the quiet. There was so much he needed to figure out about himself still. 

“Do you not wanna go?” 

He smiled faintly as he lazily rubbed up and down your exposed thighs. “It’s my job, I have to. Innocent people will be hurt if I don’t. I want to help them.” 

“Then what’s the issue?” 

“I’ll have to leave you behind for a little while.” He didn’t want to. He didn’t know how to be away from you anymore because he hadn’t been for months now. The thought of not being able to hold you close at night and having your heartbeats lull him to sleep was scary.

You smiled down at him. “I’ll be here when you come back, Bucky.” 

He reached out and cupped your face with his metal hand. “And what if you find someone better while I’m gone?” 

You frowned down at him. “Where does that come from?” 

He gently stroked your cheek. “I’m just saying. You deserve someone a little more… normal.” 

You rolled your eyes at him. “Normal is boring, you seem perfectly fine to me.” 

He chuckled. “Why do you put up with me, doll?” It was a rhetorical question, he didn’t expect an answer because he had asked you this countless number of times but you never gave him a reply before. 

However, you did this time. “Because I’m in love with you, James Buchanan Barnes.” You had been meaning to tell him this for a while now. “You don’t have to say it back, I just needed you to know that no one’s ever gonna replace you. I love you.” 

He was a little surprised, his heart raced as he processed everything. How could someone as gentle, kind and beautiful like you fall for someone as broken as him? “Doll… I…” 

You leaned down to kiss his forehead. “You look like you’ve seen a ghost.” You giggled, then pulled away to look at him. “You deserve all the good things in this world, Buck. You deserve to be loved, and cared for. And if you’d let me, I’d love to show you that.” 

You carefully pressed your lips to his, kissing him with all the love you had. His metal hand held you at the back of your neck and the other wrapped around your waist. He tilted his head and deepened the kiss; turning your mind into a foggy mess for a little while before he pulled away and stared deep into your eyes. 

You reached out and gently caressed his face, Bucky leaned into your touch. “I’m gonna miss you.” He mumbled. 

“When do you leave?” You asked. 

“Tomorrow, perhaps.” 

You leaned in for a kiss again, accidentally brushing your crotch against his erection; making him smirk through the kiss as he pulled you even closer. You purposely moved against him while you kissed him again deeply. 

Bucky soon flipped the two of you back around and settled in between your legs, kissing down your neck. “I’m gonna miss making love to you almost every night.” He whispered against your skin. His voice alone sent chills down your back, and made you feel all sorts of warm and tingly feelings inside. 

Bucky movements were gentle and slow as he took your clothes off, making sure you were both under the warm covers still; kissing you occasionally as he undressed you, and caressed your body as you squirmed under him. 

He kissed his way down your body, until his face was right in between your legs. You moaned as he parted your legs and placed a kiss on your inner thigh, pulling your underwear down your legs and kissing his way back to your wet folds. You threw your head back, and bit your lip; whining when you felt his tongue teasing you gently. The warmth of his mouth was driving you insane. 

His tongue gently teased your clit while his fingers slipped inside of you; stroking you gently while you arched your back off the surface of your bed as the pleasure became slightly overwhelming. You whimpered and squirmed under him as his tongue moved perfectly against you.

He had you coming undone all over his tongue and his fingers in no time, and he licked you clean when he was done. Kissing his way up your body again. “I’m gonna miss your taste.” He was shameless enough to whisper it in your ear; making you blush. 

His hands roamed around your body, touching you wherever he could, until he finally cupped your core and rubbed the sensitive skin around your swollen clit – making you shudder under him. You whined as he slipped his metal fingers past your entrance yet again. His head dipped into your neck and he licked and bit around your skin until he found your sweet spot. “And I’m gonna miss your warmth.” 

“Buck…” You moaned quietly as he replaced his fingers with his cock. 

He placed his mouth on top of yours again, to swallow your whimpers and moans as he pushed his cock into you. His breathing got shallow again as he pushed himself fully into you. He lifted his head and watched you grimace in pleasure and pain as his cock stretched you to your maximum. He watched you in awe as your lips parted and you moaned his name once he filled you up nicely. 

You whined as he slowly slipped out of you completely, before slamming back into you with a slightly bigger force. 

He groaned at the feel of your walls wrapped around him, squeezing and clenching around him. You heard him swear and felt him bite down on your lip as he sped up into you. He tugged on your lips and he started moving his hips; rocking into you slowly, then gradually increasing his speed. Your back arched off the surface of the bed again and your chest pressed to his.  

“I’m gonna miss watching you squirm under me…” he whispered, “as I pleasure you like no one ever will.” He moaned into your ear. “You’re mine.” 

You were a moaning mess under him in no time. There was something about the way he kissed you, deeply and passionately; as though he was scared you might just get away from him.

He worshipped your body. He mumbled how good you felt in your ear, groaning as you bucked your hips to meet each one of his thrusts as well. He kissed you roughly as he pounded into you; his metal fingers wrapped around your throat. He fucked you raw and relentlessly, watching how your face morphed into frowns of pleasure. 

He pressed his forehead on yours; looking down to where your bodies connected so intimately. Then he pulled away to look into your eyes with that animalistic, primal and fiery look in his eyes. His lips parted as he panted while he fucked you like he owned you.

“You’re gonna miss me too aren’t you, doll?” 

You nodded, whining in pleasure. He smirked. His hand left your neck and slid in between your connected bodies and furiously rubbed your clit, earning a loud moan out of you. “Say it, baby. Tell me how much you’re gonna miss my cock buried deep inside you…” 

You couldn’t talk as the pressure in between your legs became too much to handle, and you craved for release. He noticed and slipped his tongue back into your mouth one last time and took your bottom lip between his teeth again.

“Come on, cum for me… doll,” he swore as he felt you clench around him perfectly. You came hard around him, moaning and whimpering under him as he finished right after you; kissing your swollen lips deeply as he came.

He pushed his face into the crook of your neck as he caught his breath. And you cradled his head; panting as well. Your fingers gently massaged his scalp as he calmed his racing heart. A few moments later, he shifted all his weight right on top of you making you laugh as you tried to scoot out from under him. 

He groaned and pulled you closer. “Come here.” He pressed you against his body and wrapped his arms around. “I love you too, doll. So much.” 

You buried your face into his chest, inhaling his scent. “I’m gonna miss you. All of you.” You lifted your head up to look at him smiling down at you. “Come back fast.” 

He chuckled. “You know I will. No matter where I go, I’ll always come crawling back to you.”